She paused before continuing, "The Li Family has always been shrewd. Last time, during their duel with the Xiao Family, the prize was nothing special. This time, they know full well that Yang Jing is a tough opponent. Why would they wager so much?"
Zhou Wenbin set down his teacup, tracing the rim with his finger. "The Li Family wouldn't wager so much," he said faintly, "if they weren't absolutely confident about this duel."
His wife was stunned, her eyes filled with confusion. "Confidence? But Yang Jing clearly has the upper hand. Didn't you say yourself that he's already invincible among Dark Energy Martial Artists?"
Zhou Wenbin shook his head, his gaze drifting through the carriage window toward the rows of houses in the distance. "Yang Jing is invincible at the Dark Energy realm, that's true. But Li Mengchao… is no longer a Dark Energy Martial Artist."
"Not a Dark Energy Martial Artist?" his wife asked instinctively. "Then what is he?"
