"Good!" Dugu Jing's heart surged with excitement. Finally, he had the chance to confront Xie Zhang. Like a beast preparing for a fierce hunt, Dugu Jing fixed his gaze on his prey. "Let me make things clear: grappling is a tradition here in Beiman, a test of strength and combat. Since the Eldest Young Master has accepted the challenge, if anything goes wrong in the contest, I take no responsibility."
Xie Zhang smiled politely, his demeanor refined. "Grappling is like war, regardless of fortune or calamity. We share the same resolve—we accept the risks and bear the consequences."
Xie Jue's brows furrowed slightly. After closing his eyes briefly, he rose and left the table. Both Xie Zhang and Dugu Jing also stood to change their attire. Emperor Jianming chuckled softly, saying, "I've heard that General Zhao Wu excels in mounted archery and hand-to-hand combat, rarely meeting defeat. To behold the Great General in action is a great fortune for me."
