If that was really the case, he would be utterly humiliated!
No matter what, the two before him were outsiders. Whether or not they could enter the inner valley, they would be able to leave easily before long. He was different; he had lived here all his life. If he lost... how could he still have the face to continue living here afterward?
"Lu Tao, don't worry. They're just natives from the Divine Realm. What kind of swordplay could they possibly create? You saw my swordplay just now. Beating them won't be a problem at all. Just agree to it and let them see that compared to us of Sword Spirit Valley, these petty natives amount to nothing!"
As Lu Tao hesitated, a young man behind him cast a sidelong glance at Nie Yun and Nie Tong. With a sneer, he spoke carelessly.
"That's right, Lu Tao. What is there for you to hesitate over? Zichao's swordplay is like a stroke from the heavens—even Lu Xuan has praised it endlessly. I refuse to believe two natives can surpass him!"
"They're just natives. In my opinion, if they can earn a plate of peanuts, that would already be pretty good!"
The remaining two young men also sneered.
"Fine, I agree!"
Hearing the words of the three "advisers" behind him, Lu Tao nodded.
They had specifically come to challenge him to a wager. If the other side raised the stakes and he then lost his nerve, that would be equally humiliating if word got out. He might as well agree outright!
He had seen Lu Zichao's swordplay earlier. It was elusive and agile, like a stroke from the heavens. If fully unleashed, it would at least reach deep green grade and earn a whole table of dishes at the restaurant!
Deep green—even