As Yang Bo walked toward the Crafting Table, he asked, "By the way, what did you want to see me about?"
Harry looked embarrassed, his face slightly flushed. He looked at Yang Bo and stammered:
"I... I..."
He struggled for ages without getting it out. Peter, who was studying the microwave, suddenly said, "Mr. Yang Bo, Harry wants to challenge you."
"He hasn't seen your strength for himself. I tried to talk him out of it, but he wouldn't listen."
Peter shrugged and offered his guess:
"Uh... I think using the Enhancement Potion you gave him went to his head, and he wants to see if he can beat you up..."
Yang Bo had been about to craft the Final Star. At Peter's words, his eyes instantly lit up. He stared at Harry in shock and blurted out:
"Do people have to make their death wishes this exciting these days?"
Harry hurriedly protested, "No, no! I just want to know how strong you really are. I absolutely wasn't thinking about beating you up."
"I just want to know how strong Peter means when he says you're like a 'god.'"
Yang Bo narrowed his eyes slightly as he scrutinized Harry, making him feel as though Yang Bo could see right through him.
Beat me up? Heh.
Harry might have abandoned that dreamlike notion now, but if he had truly possessed the ability to kill Yang Bo before coming here, he would definitely have done it.
Otherwise, the little dot representing him on the Minimap wouldn't have kept flashing like a marquee when he first arrived.
"Hmm, a very bold idea. But..."
Yang Bo patted Harry's shoulder and said very seriously, "But you're not qualified to challenge me yet. I'll take you somewhere good in a bit. It'll definitely help you improve