Upon hearing this wager, Dong Zimin, who had just stood up ready to teach Shi Zhuan a lesson, sat back down again.
In his view, Shi Zhuan definitely had a chance to win this wager.
If he were to win, he would obtain the production method and card of that silver-white Mecha.
With this in mind, Dong Zimin no longer cared about the embarrassment that Shi Zhuan had just brought to Daxia Academy and the Five-Colored Floating Armor.
How could embarrassment compare to tangible benefits?
"If you lose this match again, just you wait," Dong Zimin clenched his fist, his tone slightly excited.
Meanwhile, after Jiang Yuan left, Shi Zhuan began to size up the three Card Spirits in front of him.
Nezha, Zhao Gongming, and this woman in black attire.
Considering combat power, the woman in black, undoubtedly, seemed the weakest.
However, the problem was that her abilities were somewhat restrictive against his own.
Shi Zhuan stroked his chin, his gaze sweeping past Shi Ji.
