Zhao Yangqiu's eyebrow shot up. He slammed his teacup onto the coffee table and scoffed, "A true case of the dog biting Lü Dongbin—unable to recognize a kind heart. Since you're dead set on making a fool of yourself, I won't try to stop you."
The comments in the live stream chat surged to a new peak.
"This guy's so full of himself!"
"Hey, person above, you're wrong. When someone has the skills, it's called being a badass. When they have no skills and just act tough, it's called being a dumbass!"
"Are the two words 'give up' not in your dictionary? You must have bought a bootleg copy!"
"Can't wait to see this guy get put in his place!"
No one thought Zhao Yuan could defeat Zhao Yangqiu in suspended silk pulse diagnosis. It wasn't just the netizens; even Ma Guotao, Yang Jingbo, and the others all thought the same.
Only Zhao Yuan himself remained full of confidence!
Because he knew his own abilities very well.
