A man would die for his bosom friend.

"That's right, a fair fight," Ling Chuxi nodded her head, still calm and composed.

Uncle Liang looked straight into Ling Chuxi's eyes. There was not a single trace of fear in them, not even a trace of solemnity. It was obvious that this calmness was not faked, but real calmness.

If Ling Chuxi's previous calmness could be attributed to the fact that a newborn calf was not afraid of a Tiger, then it was very rare for her to be so calm after seeing his true strength. Uncle Liang put away his underestimation of her.

"Alright, I accept your challenge." Uncle Liang said with a nod. His expression turned solemn.

"Very good. But before that, I want my friend to leave first." Ling Chuxi said.

"Young master!" Uncle Ling exclaimed in shock.

"No!" Meng Zheng said firmly.