"No wonder Young Master Wu is so confident."
Ling Feng suddenly understood that Marquis Zhuge was hinting that everything was due to the Divine Vein Liquid, and he hoped Ling Feng would swallow his pride and not compete with Wu Shaoqing at this moment because he had no chance of winning.
"Teacher Zhuge, your praise is too high. I believe that martial arts contests are not just about resource benefits but also about an unwavering martial spirit. If your heart is unsettled, even if you avoid today's challenge, you will still fail miserably the next time you face it. Ling Feng, what do you think?"
Wu Shaoqing provoked.
"You're right. I, too, want to see how strong your saber momentum is, as you, a saber master."
Ling Feng nodded.
"Ling Feng!"
Marquis Zhuge was shocked. He had indirectly shown the strength of Wu Shaoqing, but Ling Feng still dared to confront him head-on. This wasn't like Ling Feng's usual style.
"Teacher Zhuge, please believe in me."
Ling Feng smiled.
