The Second Day, Noon.
The Cangmang Sect's people arrived arrogantly once again, with Wang An's attitude remaining overbearing and haughty.
"The time for discussion is up. Have you reached a decision?"
Zhang Chenghu replied solemnly: "We accept Cangmang Sect's proposal; Sub-Saint disciples will duel three rounds, whoever stands last wins. The winner will claim seventy percent of Guanglan City's mineral resources. We request the Alliance to supervise this matter and ensure no backing out."
Wang An laughed heartily: "Alright, it's decided. The duel will take place tomorrow at noon. No objections, I assume?"
Zhang Chenghu agreed cleanly: "Alright!"
Wang An proudly led his team away, while Zhang Chenghu sneered coldly: "They're so firm on the date because they hope we don't call for reinforcement from our sect, yet they don't know our people have already arrived."
