Qin Yi's eyes narrowed slightly: "To be honest, if I could, I would rather go back to being a responsible husband and dad. But some things just have to be done by someone."
"Master Cong, are you questioning my strength or my capability?"
Cong Yang said sullenly, "I question both! I heard you have some power, suppressing hundreds of young talents. But stomping on ants is nothing to be proud of. As for capability, not to mention whether you can subdue, can you command a hundred unruly geniuses?"
Qin Yi said indifferently, "If it were you, could you do it?"
"I can't." Cong Yang answered very straightforwardly.
Qin Yi arrogantly said, "So, it's destined that I am the general and you are the soldier. I know you worship martial strength, honor the strong. Well then, let's have a duel. If I lose, I will turn and leave, never to bother you again. But if you lose, come with me."
Cong Yang stared at Qin Yi intensely, the fighting spirit building in his eyes.
