To Fight or Not to Fight, It's Entirely Up to the Mind

The wind from the mountains raged and the forest was stained in gold by sun rays. Meng Qi looked at the Dragon, Elephant, Tiger, Leopard and Giant Bird monks next to him and replied, slightly raising his eyebrows, "Your Highness, what if I don't want to make a bet?"

He seemed to say something insignificant with a leisurely demeanor.

Before Zhao Qian had a chance to speak, the eunuch next to him sneered, "If you are too timid to accept the challenge which is not much different from your level, you must be unworthy of the nickname Killing Blade and will be teased by people all over the world. When the news is spread, the alias for the likes of you who ranked sixth on the Ranking List of Young Masters won't be Killing Blade anymore, but Mouse Blade. You are as timid as a rabbit and your long saber seems to have turned rusty. What's more, you are afraid of the challenge, and have a weak will!"

He was provoking Meng Qi by criticizing his ability.