"It's best if you didn't understand what I said—I can hold a grudge. If anyone messes with me, I'll lodge a complaint to the very end, even if it means giving up my score!"
"What do you mean, mess with you? What grudge? Dude, you must be mistaking me for someone else. This is our first meeting!" Wang Maoqing managed to disguise himself well enough this time, preventing another scene where Zhang Yang easily tricked him into revealing information.
"Let's hope I made a mistake! Do well! Good luck!"
"Uh-huh!"
Winning without fighting is the best tactic in the art of war, yet Wang Maoqing's on-the-spot reactions were evidently strong, not showing too many flaws. This left Zhang Yang unable to tear through the facade completely and warn his opponent outright, merely giving a warning shot.
After a few more minutes, the preparation time ended, and the referee fired the starting pistol for the final match. Everyone cast their lines into the water simultaneously—the final match had begun!
