Lu Qingshan instinctively wanted to say, "Those who flaunt themselves for sale are not worth mentioning."
But thinking of the Sect Leader, he decided to be more composed and modest.
After a brief pause, he seriously said, "Fifty to sixty... seventy to eighty percent maybe."
"Fifty to sixty, seventy to eighty percent?"
The Jinyang Sect Leader's eye twitched, wondering what kind of assurance this was.
However, seeing the other party's confidence, he was very satisfied and patted Lu Qingshan's shoulder amicably, saying, "Good, I'll await your performance."
"Please don't worry, Sect Leader."
Lu Qingshan cupped his fists in salute, preparing to enter the ring.
But seeing another member of his sect defeated on the platform, heavily injured and coughing blood, he stopped in his tracks, frowned, and asked his sister Lu Qingzhu, "Little Bamboo, do you still have a coffin with you?"
