Although Zhang Xiaohua's long sword looked utterly ordinary, as if even Lu Meng—no, even Nie Qianyu herself—could pick it up if it were tossed there, based on what Nie Qianyu knew of Zhang Xiaohua, he was not one to suffer a loss. How could he possibly set such a simple test?
Thus, Nie Qianyu nodded, half believing and half doubting.
Seeing that Nie Qianyu had agreed as well, Lu Meng no longer had any reservations. He stepped forward, bent down, gripped the hilt of the long sword, and laughed. "Brother-in-law, don't go back on your word. Let Senior Brother show you the bearing of Artifact Refining Gate's second-strongest man... Oof..."
The words in his mouth immediately became incomplete.
"What?" Lu Meng looked in great surprise at the ugly sword blank lying quietly on the ground and muttered, "That can't be possible."
Looking at Zhang Xiaohua standing beside him with a smile, then at the equally astonished Nie Qianyu, he finally truly believed that this harmless-looking young man was not joking with him.
Lu Meng first solemnly gripped the hilt again and exerted all his strength, managing only to shift it a tiny bit. Then he stood up, spat into his palm with a "ptui," rubbed both hands together, bent down once more, clasped the hilt with both hands, and, after securing his grip, shouted, "Up!"
As Lu Meng strained with both arms, the long sword was actually slowly lifted by him.
"Eh?" Zhang Xiaohua also looked surprised and thought, This brute truly has no small amount of strength. Good thing I didn't dare act too arrogantly just now and only said he had to raise the long sword. If I'd said he only had to lift it off the ground, I would have lost.
Although Lu Meng had lifted the