"But that bet didn't have any stakes. Why don't you and I make another wager — this time with actual stakes?" Chu Feng said.
"Sure, do you think I'm afraid of you?" Chu Haoyan said with complete nonchalance. "How do you want to bet? You tell me."
"A contest of martial strength. You and I face off — both Formation and martial cultivation techniques are allowed. We fight to see who's stronger and who's weaker." Chu Feng said.
The moment Chu Feng said this, everyone froze.
They couldn't help but wonder — had Chu Feng gone crazy? Was he insane, or just getting cocky?
Earlier, when Chu Haoyan had provoked him so brazenly, Chu Feng hadn't dared say a word. So why was he suddenly provoking Chu Haoyan on his own initiative?
What gave him the right? Even if he was a Supreme-cloaked Spirit World Master, even if he had ascended to the tenth level of the Heavenly Lightning Platform, even if he possessed heaven-defying secret techniques, even if he had cultivated the Divine Punishment Mystic Art — so what?
His cultivation was still only True Immortal.
But Chu Haoyan was a seventh-grade True Immortal.
Moreover, Chu Haoyan was no ordinary seventh-grade True Immortal. He held a ranking on the Monsterboard — he was one of the Chu Heavenly Clan's strongest juniors of the current generation.
Chu Feng might possess numerous heaven-defying means, but Chu Haoyan possessed plenty of his own.
No matter how you looked at it, Chu Feng challenging Chu Haoyan was nothing short of seeking death.
In truth, forget the juniors — even after Chu Feng said these words, the elders present had furrowed their brows, silently thinking that Chu Feng was far too arrogant.
In their eyes, what Chu Feng was doing was no different from a moth flying into a flame. It was absolutely courting death.
Chu Xuan Zhengfa, however, was the only one whose expression didn't change. On the contrary, he watched the scene unfold with great interest, uttering not a single word.
"Ha! Did I hear that right? You actually want to compete with me in a contest of martial strength?" Chu Haoyan laughed with open sarcasm.
"You heard me. I want to compete with you in martial strength. But I have one condition," Chu Feng said.
"A condition, huh? I knew you didn't have the courage to face me head-on. Fine, let's hear this condition of yours," Chu Haoyan said contemptuously.
In his mind, whatever condition Chu Feng proposed would certainly favor Chu Feng and put himself at a disadvantage.
But he didn't mind. With so many people watching — not just the juniors, but even the prominent figures of the Chu Heavenly Clan — everyone had their eyes on this scene. If Chu Feng proposed an unfair condition, it would be Chu Feng's reputation that suffered. And that was exactly what Chu Haoyan wanted to see.
"Fists and feet have no eyes. If you injure me — even severely — I, Chu Feng, will have absolutely no complaints," Chu Feng said.
"Wait, what?"
Chu Haoyan was momentarily stunned.
What was going on?
Wasn't he supposed to propose an unfair condition? So now he was saying that even if Chu Haoyan beat him half to death, he wouldn't complain? What kind of game was Chu Feng playing?
"So my condition is this: if I beat you severely, I hope you won't complain either," Chu Feng said, looking straight at Chu Haoyan.
"Damn!" At this moment, Chu Haoyan actually let out a curse, dropping a vulgar expletive.
He then pointed at Chu Feng and said, "Who do you think you are? You think you can hurt me?"
"Fine, fine, fine! I accept! Come on, come on — let's settle this right now!" Chu Haoyan pointed at Chu Feng and declared.
"Don't rush. We haven't discussed the stakes yet," Chu Feng said.
"The stakes? Almost forgot about that. Fine, you name them. I'm game for anything," Chu Haoyan said.