Hearing Lu Meng's words, Zhang Xiaohua put on a frightened expression. "Brother Lu, let's just compare techniques. Look at these skinny arms and legs of mine—how much strength could I possibly have? How could I be your match? Oh, right, you're the Artifact Refining Gate's number one expert, aren't you?"
Lu Meng said with some pride, "When it comes to martial arts techniques, I rank among the top ten of the younger generation in our Artifact Refining Gate. That's nothing worth mentioning. But if we're talking about Brother Lu's strength, then I'm one of the very best."
"Then are you number one or number two?" Zhang Xiaohua seemed to have caught something.
"Number two!" Lu Meng said dejectedly. "I have a junior brother whose strength is just a tiny bit greater than mine."
"That's strange," Zhang Xiaohua asked. "He's your junior brother, so how can he be stronger than you? He ought to be weaker than you, shouldn't he?"
"Ah, who knows? His strength..." Lu Meng was about to explain when he suddenly realized something was wrong. He immediately barked, "Kid, stop changing the subject! Tell me, are you going to compete or not?"
Seeing that his little trick had been exposed, Zhang Xiaohua was not annoyed. "I simply think a contest for no reason is rather dull. Wouldn't it be better not to compete at all?"
"What do you mean, a contest for no reason?" Lu Meng said angrily. "If you lose, you must fulfill your promise."
"My promise?" Zhang Xiaohua froze. "When did I ever swear any oath before you? Don't try to scare me."
Lu Meng said, "If you lose, then as you said before going onto the arena, you must leave Hui Chun Valley tomorrow at once and leave my little junior sister."
Zhang Xiaohua smiled.