Faced with Zuo Xiao's provocation, Yang Chen could guess why Cheng Lin had always refused to submit under Zuo Xiao's banner.
Zuo Xiao had quite the sharp eye.
The corners of his lips rose as he smiled faintly. "Brother Zuo Xiao says I'm utterly ordinary. I have no objection to that, but if I can do things that Brother Zuo Xiao cannot, doesn't that mean Brother Zuo Xiao is even more ordinary than I am?"
"What a sharp-tongued brat. I just wonder whether your skills with your hands are as formidable as your mouth." Zuo Xiao sneered. "Cheng Lin, the reason I have never absorbed your Cheng Lin Palace is because I've been merciful. Once I destroy Cheng Lin Palace and take your big brother into my ranks, I'll be truly curious to see what expression you'll wear then."
"Hahaha, Big Brother, once you take in his big brother, this brat will be the little brother of your subordinate's little brother," the people below chimed in.
Zhang Min and Yin Yu both wore tense expressions. As they looked ahead, they were deeply shaken by the sheer number of people.
Cheng Lin's forces were already fairly formidable, yet compared to Zuo Xiao's, they were not even in the same league.
There might not have been much difference in numbers, but the disparity in quality was enormous. Their auras were practically on two entirely different levels.
Yang Chen remained calm throughout. He smiled slightly and said, "Brother Zuo Xiao, now that things have come to this, there seems to be no room for a turnaround. Why don't we play a game and place a wager?"
"What do you mean?" Zuo Xiao asked coldly.
"It's simple. No one else makes a move. Brother Zuo Xiao and I will have a one-on-one match. Whoever