"There's no nasty woman here but you, of course you aren't comparable to Wushuang," said Jiang Chen.
Murong Yuan was trembling with anger. She gave Du Yue a frigid stare.
"What a smooth talker!" Du Yue clenched his fists and his knuckles cracked.
"I have an idea. This month's test is coming up soon. Why don't you have a competition with Wushuang?" said Jiang Chen.
"Oh?"
Murong Yuan was intrigued and asked "How?"
"Elder Du Yue thinks everything is decided by one's background. We'll verify his theory with the winner of the competition.
"As the daughter of the Murongs, you have endless resources at your use, and you get better treatment than average people everywhere. If you lose, it means that what Elder Du Yue said is false," Jiang Chen finished his words calmly. The spectators also understood what he meant.
He was making a bet over Du Yue's words.
They had understood him, but at the same time, they weren't so sure, because Jiang Chen had no chance of winning.