"With your strength, you want to teach me a lesson? It's hard to say which of us is the one who's truly overestimating themselves."
Lin Kuang's tone was calm as he spoke, his words laced with an indescribable sarcasm.
Hearing this, Dong Wanchun's face grew even uglier, his eyes filled with humiliation and murderous intent.
"Kid, don't be so arrogant. Although our strengths may be comparable, a fight isn't just about power—it's also about skill!" Dong Wanchun argued defensively, his face flushed.
"I admit, when strengths are equal, skill is very important. But are you sure our strengths are equal? Or could it be that you're actually somewhat weaker than me?" Lin Kuang asked calmly, watching Dong Wanchun closely.
Hearing this, Dong Wanchun's expression became even more unsightly. His claim that they were equals was just an attempt to save face, but Lin Kuang's words shattered that excuse, leaving him exposed and infuriated.
