Wu Ming, who had just recently shown a dismissive expression, was now shocked, his mouth gaping open.
"Even so, the Black God Mushroom is only a Third-class rare medicinal herb. A hundred-year-old Black God Mushroom can only be equivalent to a common thousand-year-old Medicinal Herb. Manager Chu only has two of them, I'm afraid they won't be able to beat mine, will they?"
After his initial shock, Wu Ming quickly recovered.
When he thought about how he would have to become Sword Slave for Chu Feng if he lost, he started to regret his impulsiveness.
However, being the type of person who is extremely arrogant, he wouldn't lower himself to rue what he had promised.
Wu Ming still harbored a sliver of hope.
"Are these really just ordinary Black God Mushrooms?" Chu Feng asked with a cold sneer.
Upon hearing this, Wu Ming immediately examined the two Black God Mushrooms closely. He quickly made an astonishing discovery: beneath the cap of the mushrooms, the gills were also black.
