"I agreed to fight with you, but I can't be the only one putting up money, right? You have to put up an equal amount; if you don't have money, why should I fight you? Isn't the arena for money?"
Su Mo struck a posture intended to intimidate the opponent.
"Haha, what was I thinking? Whatever you wager, I'll match!"
Galen sneered with a twisted smile; as long as it wasn't one of those experts on the combat leaderboard, he wasn't afraid of anyone.
The name Su Mo was completely unfamiliar to him. Was this guy really going to turn the world upside down? He dared to embarrass him like that; he'd make sure to finish him off.
"Alright, you said it, everyone heard it."
Su Mo was taken aback for a moment and then replied with a slightly awkward expression, as if agreeing against his will.
"Don't worry, but let me make it clear first; we're not using third-generation mechas, but fourth-generation ones. If you don't have a fourth-generation mecha, I can lend you one."
