Wu Song had watched Wu Ying lose with his own eyes. Although he knew Yu Ying was strong, he still felt a little disgruntled. Especially after Wu Ying's second defeat, with the sect's honor at stake, losing again and again had left the people of the Mist Hidden Sect thoroughly embarrassed. And when he thought of how they would have to spend a long time with Yu Ying from now on, he wanted even more to save face.
Wu Song knew Wu Teng very well. As the Mist Hidden Sect's senior-most disciple, he had been given full responsibility for managing the sect after their master fainted from his severe injuries. Wu Ying had suffered defeat after defeat, beaten by a cultivator whose cultivation was one minor stage below hers. This had brought shame upon the Mist Hidden Sect, and given Wu Teng's temperament, he would surely challenge Yu Ying next. That was the last thing Wu Song wanted to see. Wu Teng had only just had the Corpse Qi driven out of him and had yet to recover. If he fought now, he might not be Yu Ying's match. And even if he won, it would be a victory without honor, since his cultivation was two minor stages higher than Yu Ying's.
After all, Wu Teng was two minor stages above Yu Ying. If he defeated him, he would only be accused of bullying someone with a higher cultivation. And if he failed to beat Yu Ying, the outcome would be even worse—especially since he hadn't recovered yet, making such a loss all the more likely.
That was why Wu Song had volunteered to spar with Yu Ying. He believed that as long as he defeated him, he could restore some of their lost face. Besides, he had great confidence