Everyone burst out laughing at Long Ao's words.
It was as if they'd heard the funniest thing in the world.
"Long Ao, how about a wager? Do you dare?" Huo Lang's face was a mask of ridicule. In his eyes, a mere Fusion Martial Artist would be killed in the first exchange of this battle.
A plot to have another do the killing.
The nineteen of them knew full well that no matter what, Long Ao was still a representative of the Thunder Empire. If they were to kill him themselves, it would be a great disservice to the Empire. This was exactly why Huo Lang had come up with this scheme.
"Fine. I'm only afraid you won't have the guts."
"Good. In this war between the Two Great Empires, if you lose—and if by some miracle you make it back alive—you will kneel before us and declare to the world that you are trash."
"And if I win?"
"You? Win?"
