"I..."
Duan Mingyu, who was ready to sit back and enjoy the show, was immediately shocked and stared at Zhong Shenxiu with a 'how could you be so shameless' expression in his eyes.
Zhong Shenxiu, with his thick face, glared back at him, meaning to say—'Aren't you someone I've defeated?'
Duan Mingyu felt like he was about to spurt out a mouthful of old blood.
"Alright, it's a deal!"
Yu Xiaoshan agreed without hesitation.
Through the descriptions of two followers, he had long known that Duan Mingyu was that lad who'd made exaggerated claims outside the tavern.
But since the other party was from the Su Yin Sword Sect, he was destined not to seek revenge openly and honorably.
However, in a martial arts duel, giving him a slight lesson was not a problem at all.
Since he had stepped onto this path, he had also defeated disciples from the eight major forces; they were not necessarily that impressive.
