Beneath his loose sleeves, Panda's fingers unconsciously rubbed the little gourd hanging from his belt, feeling its cool, damp surface.
A level 84 power attack system Soul Douluo against a level 91 power attack system Titled Douluo.
Withstand three moves?
Extremely difficult!
But... it was not entirely hopeless. Better than letting the others-Soul Saints-take those three blows from a Titled Douluo!
He drew a deep breath of the damp, cold air, tinged with blood, and the light in his eyes grew resolute.
The last trace of a smile on Panda's face vanished completely in the cold rain.
He raised a hand and slowly wiped the water from his cheek, his voice as calm as a deep pool. "Your Excellency Sky-Rending, you are mistaken. I am merely a deputy minister running errands within the Chen Clan. My standing is low, and my words carry little weight."
"How could someone of my status presume to decide something that concerns the clan's direction?"
He met Tang Feng's gaze openly. "If Your Excellency insists on 'testing your hand,' I, Panda, can certainly accompany you for three moves."
"If I cannot withstand them, I will get out of Lankai City myself, without dragging my feet."
He deftly confined the issue to a personal matter, trying to keep the clan from being dragged in.
Tang Feng's gaze remained as cold and immovable as ice. "If you cannot decide, find someone who can."
He spoke slowly, each word falling like a shard of ice. "It is merely a business negotiation. What is so difficult about that?"
"I recall that the Chen Clan's representative here is Chen Zhang? Have him come out and discuss it."
The Chen Clan had entered the affair under the pretext of developing its economic enterprises.
Tang Feng swept both the Chen Clan's infiltration