Dong Zhejun smiled bitterly.
He did not make a sound.
Instead, he pulled up his sleeves and revealed his strong muscles in front of the old man.
"This is…"
The old man looked at the muscles on Dong Zhejun's hands in surprise.
"Now you understand why I brought him here."
The old man was silent for a while.
"I see. He's the one destined to defeat you."
"I understand now."
The old man laughed.
" This is a rare talent that only appears once in a hundred years. It's not unfair for you to lose."
The old man got up and said sadly.
Qin Yuan, who was at the side, was naturally confused.
He didn't know much about the pattern on Dong Zhejun's arm and the old man's words.
"What are you talking about?"
Qin Yuan asked curiously.
The old man had forgotten about Qin Yuan, and his eyes were filled with joy.
"Look at his arm. Is there a green scar on it?"
"Yeah, why?"