Song Qingshu looked disdainful. "Last time, my injuries were worse than yours. Fighting you now would obviously be taking advantage of you, so how could it be called fair and honorable?"
Pang Ban chuckled. "What, are you afraid?"
Song Qingshu shrugged. "I only wanted to expose your hypocritical face. If you want to fight, then fight. Why bother with all that high-sounding nonsense?" As soon as he spoke, his entire body became like a sword drawn from its sheath, and phantom traces of Sword Aura seemed to shimmer through the air.
Pang Ban's expression changed. His opponent's injuries were far lighter than he had imagined; he likely would not gain much from this battle. Still, he did not dare let down his guard. His power spread throughout his body, and even the light around him began to distort.
Jin Bingyun suddenly spread her arms and stood in front of Song Qingshu. "Master, he did save me, after all. I hope you will show him mercy."
Pang Ban's thoughts raced. At first, he had planned to strike while Song Qingshu was seriously wounded. He had even signaled Jin Bingyun earlier, telling her to look for a chance to launch a sneak attack from the side. He had been eighty percent certain he could kill his opponent.
But when Song Qingshu had revealed his strength just now, it had proven far greater than expected. Pang Ban had already begun to hesitate, and then Jin Bingyun had stepped out to stop him. She had spent a long time with Song Qingshu and knew his true condition best. Could she be reminding me that this is not the time to fight him?
Yes, that had to be it.
Pang Ban had already been wavering, and once that thought arose, he immediately abandoned any intention