The official in charge seemed neither to hear nor see the bigwigs' nonsense. He stared motionlessly at the mirror image.
How could Wei Mo not know that these Regional Lords were stirring up trouble, eager to make the spectacle bigger? He was hardly going to fall for such a childish trick, nor would he concede in public and invite their ridicule. So he casually dragged them all into it. "You can't just flap your mouths and take no responsibility. How about this? If I lose, you all help wash his clothes with me. If he loses, he washes clothes for all of us. What do you say?"
The Regional Lords froze.
Chi Rang grinned on the spot. "Fine by me. The question is whether you dare to bet."
As far as he was concerned, Mystic Continent had the best chance of taking first place. Even if it failed, Life Continent's overall strength made winning the championship impossible.
He would not lose either way, and he might even make the whole lot of them embarrass themselves. Naturally, he had no reason to shy away from the bet.
Seeing them about to lower their banners and silence their drums, Wei Mo immediately twisted the knife. "Go on! What are you afraid of? Don't feed his ambition and crush your own prestige. Take him on! We can't stand for that petty little smirk of his. Even if we aren't fighting for what's right, we have to fight for our pride. If we can swallow this, what can't we swallow? Bite him! Take the bet!"
He threw their own goading words back at them, lest they turn around later and mock him for not daring to gamble.
The slap came back at their faces far too quickly, laying bare the whole gang's shamelessness.
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