Mu Lingyun smiled, "My name is Mu Yun, so that settles it, doesn't it?"
Dou Zhang knitted his brows tightly, the name was Mu Yun, carrying the surname Mu, so mastering the Lingyun Spear made perfect sense—there was no problem at all.
But... why didn't the king say anything?
Mu Lingyun bent forward slightly, looked at Dou Zhang, and said with a smile brimming with confidence, "You're not wrong, there's no such thing as luck when dealing with you, so I relied on real strength. As for you, your strength is trash, and your tone is mighty, but your luck is even worse! Also, saying earlier whether I use a weapon or not doesn't matter, those words, should definitely be wrong. I didn't pick up a weapon beforehand because you had one! Why should I bother picking up a spear when I can just take yours? After all, you're both weak and pathetic!"
When had Dou Zhang ever been scorned like this?
Yet, what Mu Lingyun said was true, word for word.
