Han Yu gazed at the butcher, trying to estimate his strength but was unable to.
'Damn, one of those clairvoyant pills that gave me Spirit sense would've come in handy here.' Han Yu thought to himself.
Unfortunately for him, Li Mei had been unable to make the same pill again. She had, of course, tried to do it and did some animal testing first, but they had been quite lethal, so she suspended that for the time being.
After all, she didn't want her precious pill tester to do so soon.
As the time of the match grew closer, and people finished placing thier bets, Han Yu could only hope that the man in front of him wasn't a qi cultivator.
Though as a last try, he decided to just ask the man.
"Hey, what's your cultivation?" Han Yu questioned.
"Not telling." The butcher said with a bloody grin.
"Figured it won't be that easy." Han Yu muttered to himself before he saw the referee move.
GONG
The gong sounded.
