"You lost!" Old Man Meng's hand swung toward me, but I caught it in one grab. "The fight's over, City Lord Meng. You don't even have a weapon—don't tell me you still plan to pummel me?"
Meng Xu had gone berserk, his eyes red with bloodlust. Even after I gave him a thorough beating, he had still been able to remember what happened. He had simply thought he'd seized an opportunity when he came around and hadn't fully regained his senses. But now that I had his hand firmly in my grasp, he finally came to his senses.
"Could it be that... I lost?" Old Man Meng's aged face could no longer hold itself up. I patted him on the shoulder and said, "City Lord Meng, your strength is formidable, and your room for improvement is enormous. This time, I only won because I suppressed you with the Gale Beast at the beginning and borrowed its strength to exhaust you. If we'd gone head-to-head from the start, it would definitely have ended in a draw at most."
My words only made Old Man Meng feel even more ashamed. He said angrily, "What nonsense are you spouting? A loss is a loss. Whether you were riding the Gale Beast or not, this old man still wouldn't have been your match!"
"Really?" I couldn't help putting on a surprised expression. I hadn't expected Old Man Meng to refuse to take advantage of my polite way out.
"Hmph. Strength is strength, weakness is weakness. Do you think this old man needs you to save face for him?" Old Man Meng touched the places where he had been injured, only to suddenly discover that apart from bloodstains, there wasn't even a single wound on his body. "Wait, you clearly injured me several times. How..."