Liao Ye lay on the ground, utterly despondent.
"Hehe, big brothers, how was that?" Zi Juan rubbed her nose with her index finger and spoke proudly.
Liao Ye had just charged in with his spear, but Zi Juan's response had been remarkably skillful. Though she was young, weaker, and at a disadvantage in height, she still knocked Liao Ye to the ground within twenty exchanges.
Liao Ye felt that his whole life had turned gray.
"Not bad. You seem to be in even better shape than usual!" Xiang Jing said, clapping.
"I improve every day!" The girl spun her spear, the shaft whistling through the air.
"Get up first. Ten of you couldn't match Little Juan's hard work. It's normal that you lost." Though Xiang An said that, his expression was clearly on the verge of breaking.
"Don't worry. Xiang An and I have a pretty good idea of your level already." Xiang Yu smiled and patted Liao Ye's shoulder. "You're still sturdy enough. As long as you're willing to work hard, you won't have to worry about your strength failing to improve."
"But, Little Ye, I'm a little curious." Xiang An folded his arms and tilted his head slightly upward to look at Liao Ye's face, his expression strange. "If you wanted to become stronger, why did you come to me? I remember beating you up before. You don't mind?"
"Uh, well..." Liao Ye scratched his head and sighed.
"Lord Xiang An, I'll be honest." Liao Ye's gaze became somewhat evasive. "Before I met you, you should know what kind of person I was."
"A rotten street thug everyone hated, a bully who preyed on men and women alike. In the ten miles around Kuaiji City, nobody could stand me, so I gave up on myself." Sitting cross-legged on