Crushing Battle

The old man's voice was not soft.

The surrounding people looked forward curiously.

In a competition between refining and forging masters, would it be a contest of words or of combat?

"Hehe, in the last match, Master Qi and Master Han had a verbal dispute, and Master Qi lost a Flowing Flame Armor."

Qi Mingsheng looked at Han Muye, then turned to look at Ye Xun and Su Ji beside him. A smile flashed across his face. "This time, I suggest Master Han choose combat."

With that, he paused, his words tinged with faint arrogance and provocation. "Of course, if Master Han isn't confident, he can choose verbal dispute at will. In the end, winning or losing isn't that big of a deal."

These words did not sound good at all.