A Bet

Frankly speaking.

The Angel God and the Rakshasa God were both extremely curious about Su Chen—especially about his strength. They desperately wanted to know more.

Now that they had a chance to spar with Su Chen, they were naturally very interested.

The Angel God said with a serious expression:

"How do you want to compete?"

"Your physique, strength, and speed are all greater than ours. Even if we only use our fists and feet, we still won't be your match."

The Rakshasa God thought for a moment, then nodded. "Right. We still can't beat you. It has nothing to do with what kind of fist technique you practice."

"Is there a fairer way?"

Su Chen replied calmly:

"That's simple. I'll suppress all my abilities to your level—strength, speed, and so on..."

The Angel God and the Rakshasa God were delighted when they heard this.

If Su Chen's strength and speed were exactly the same as theirs, and they were only competing with their fists and feet—

Then they would have an overwhelming advantage.

After all, they had been gods for tens of thousands of years. Their combat experience was incredibly rich. How could Su Chen, a mere young brat, compare to them?

At worst, it would be two against one. The advantage was theirs.

The Rakshasa God said, "Then it's settled. Come on!"

"Wait." The Angel God suddenly said with a serious expression, "How can a contest be without stakes?"

"Let's discuss what happens to the winner and loser."

Su Chen stopped and looked at the two of them. "You tell me."

The Angel God rejoiced inwardly.

"Then I'll be direct. If we win, the matter of me becoming your family's maid will be dropped!"

Su Chen nodded.

"Sure."

Then Su Chen turned his gaze to the Rakshasa God and