170 Sorry, it was a slip of the hand
"Let's go with you then, to avoid disputes and maintain harmony. After all, we're all the same. Don't forget we're inner testers; we've been around for so many years, we ought to have this confidence." The North Witch Branch President waved his hand, showing a bit of impatience.
"Alright! Alright, I'll go." The skinny man shook his head and reached for the dagger at his waist.
"Hold on! I know that dagger of yours, it's a good piece. Using it against a newbie seems a bit unfair, too lacking in challenge." The martial artist laughed slyly, interjecting seemingly out of his own frustration for not being able to participate.
"All my skills rely on these two daggers; are you suggesting I fight bare-handed?" The skinny man seemed somewhat intimidated by the martial artist and replied reluctantly.
