"Stop!" A graceful figure flew out of the room, using her sword to block Dugu Ming's attack.
"Xian'er, why are you protecting him?" Thinking of how he had said so much outside the door only for her to ignore him, while this pretty boy had barely arrived before she came out, Dugu Ming felt as though his heart were bleeding.
"Dugu Ming, have you made enough trouble? You got yourself into trouble, so why are you taking it out on someone else?" Gu Zixian glared at him frostily.
Dugu Ming felt utterly stifled. "If this kid had any real ability, that would be one thing. But he clearly knows nothing. He only passed the elimination rounds through luck and shamelessness. How am I supposed to be convinced by someone like that?"
Song Qingshu wagged a finger. "I have to correct you on one point. Luck itself is actually a very powerful ability."
"Pah!" Dugu Ming wished he had a cup of tea so he could spray it straight in Song Qingshu's face.
Song Qingshu shrugged. The other man was too weak to come into contact with something as intangible as luck.
"He is far stronger than you. He has been yielding to you at every turn, yet you still don't know what's good for you," Gu Zixian defended him instinctively.
"He's stronger than me?" Dugu Ming laughed in fury. "Come on, then. Let him fight me. I'll even give him one hand."
Only then did Gu Zixian remember that Song Qingshu did not want to reveal his identity. She hurriedly said, "You already competed with him. I never expected you to be such a sore loser."
"I..." Recalling the way he had lost that day, Dugu Ming nearly burst into tears. The more he tried to explain, the worse it