Zuo Xiao stared at Yang Chen as if he had seen a ghost, as though he had encountered something utterly inconceivable.
How exactly had Yang Chen done it?
His Star Palm Technique was one of Luoxing Island's supreme arts. It borrowed Star Power—and the most tyrannical kind at that, the Nether God Star!
In his mind, only beings on the level of the Four Heavenly Kings could have so casually received that surprise palm strike.
Could this brat truly rival beings on the level of the Four Heavenly Kings?
"Impossible!" Zuo Xiao refused to accept it.
"Brother Zuo Xiao, why the rush? Without stakes, this fight would be utterly meaningless. Besides, surely Brother Zuo Xiao wants to recruit us, does he not?" Yang Chen said with a smile.
"What do you mean?" Zuo Xiao asked.
Yang Chen stood with his hands behind his back. "Very simple. If I lose this fight, I will willingly obey Brother Zuo Xiao's orders."
"And if I lose?" Zuo Xiao did not believe Yang Chen would be so kind-hearted.
"By the same logic, if Brother Zuo Xiao loses, then you will have to listen to me," Yang Chen said.
Zuo Xiao's face turned grim. "A joke. I would lose to you?"
"Whether Brother Zuo Xiao will lose to me, I do not know. But those are the stakes. There cannot be stakes for winning and none for losing, can there?" Yang Chen said calmly.
"Boss, this kid clearly has no good intentions. Why waste words with him?"
Zuo Xiao waved his hand. He knew perfectly well that Yang Chen was provoking him, but if he refused this wager today, he would have no way to establish his authority in the future.
When one stood in such a position, one had to be prepared for what