"How could that be!" Wang Zongyao snapped back immediately, his tone sharp.
He glanced toward the Fengyue City candidates—his gaze lingering for an instant on Ryan—then gritted his teeth and said, "Fine. We'll compare. But to avoid affecting today's examination progress, we'll only do five matches."
"Five matches are perfect." Tang Wuying nodded readily. "We'll each send out our five strongest candidates. Once it's done, we leave. It won't delay your exam."
"Very well. I'll make the arrangements."
Wang Zongyao turned to leave, but Tang Wuying suddenly stopped him. "Brother Wang, wait a moment."
"What is it, Brother Tang?" Wang Zongyao asked, feigning confusion.
Tang Wuying's eyes narrowed slightly, a sly smile curling at the corner of his mouth. "A comparison without stakes is dull. How about we add a wager?"
"A wager?" Wang Zongyao raised an eyebrow. "What kind of wager does Brother Tang have in mind?"
