Lu Chengwen already had three knife wounds on his body.
They were not serious, but they looked rather gruesome.
Once blood was spilled, the visual impact became a real disadvantage.
But Liu Yao knew perfectly well that this bastard... his strength, speed, agility, and... in short, he should have had an overwhelming advantage, enough to crush Lu Chengwen in terms of ability!
So why couldn't he land a blow on Lu Chengwen's vital points!?
He couldn't seriously injure him, and Lu Chengwen just kept dragging things out with him!
This was driving him crazy!
By now, Liu Yao had sweated from fighting, and more than half the alcohol had worn off.
He regretted his drunken impulse, but now that things had come this far, there was no way back.
If he lost to Lu Chengwen, he might as well die.
Lu Chengwen leaned on his blade, panting. "Brother, looks like you've sobered up? How about we call it here today? Let's have a drink and become friends."
"Oh, that sounds wonderful!" Liu Lao Si immediately said. "CEO Lu is truly magnanimous. Liu Yao, why haven't you thanked CEO Lu yet?"
Liu Yao was too ashamed to sheathe his blade.
After making such a spectacle of himself and ending up like this, what would he be if he failed to defeat Lu Chengwen!?
Would he still have the face to set foot in this martial world afterward?
The whole matter had become this: a Drunkard had gotten drunk, coveted someone else's fiancée, caused trouble at a banquet, failed to get what he wanted, then had to sober up and apologize... He had humiliated himself beyond belief!
Now, he could only defeat Lu Chengwen!
Only if he won would his words carry weight.
Then he could offer a few blessings, apologize for