C84 Still Need to be Improved

A decade ago, Qin Feng, not yet fully matured, would have leapt at the chance to measure himself against Meng Hao.

But now, Qin Feng's demeanor was serene, tinged with a playful mockery. He shook his head and said, "You're not in my league. There's no need for us to compete."

"Do you think you're better than me?" Meng Hao asked, his tone grave. His eyes narrowed into crescents