Saint Martial burst into laughter immediately, although the previous challenge was a bit difficult, he still managed to win, and that's something worth bragging and being proud of.
"Huh, I don't believe it. That guy's strength is ridiculously strong, there's no way you could have won,"
Hephaestus snorted disdainfully.
"Still don't believe it?"
Saint Martial slammed the wine cup on the table with a "clank" and said displeased, "Fine, let's make a bet. If I win, you must give me your treasured Fiery Sun wine."
"But what if you can't win?"
"Can't win?"
Saint Martial smiled proudly. To defeat the Doomsday Tyrant, he tried countless methods. How could he not win? Because he tried, he has full confidence, not winning by sheer luck, that's why he's daring to make such a bet.
Thus, he said boldly, "If I can't win, feel free to take any item from my treasure vault!"
