Not even seventy percent?
Against this kind of opponent, you still think you have a seventy percent chance of winning?
When Yansong Mountain and Dong Wenhui heard Zhao Xuanqi, they nearly spat out their drinks. The kid wasn't big, but his boasts sure were.
Even some of the guests behind them couldn't help but shoot Zhao Xuanqi a surprised look.
Even Weng Xiaolin looked slightly surprised. It wasn't that he thought Zhao Xuanqi was joking; he just hadn't expected his student to rate his own chances so highly. From his perspective, if Zhao Xuanqi only possessed the strength he'd shown when defeating Zhou Ze, even a thirty percent chance of winning would be a long shot.
'This kid is definitely still holding back.'
"Go on. The reputation of our Martial Arts Hall is at stake in this match. You must go all out and hold nothing back. Remember what I told you—an eagle is meant to spread its wings and soar. Right now, this is the perfect stage for you."
