A Win and a Loss

"An agreement of three moves? Brother Li, just say what you mean. You've left your little brother rather confused!" Ye Yun said, puzzled.

"Haha, since that is the case, I'll be direct. I want to make an agreement of three moves with you, Brother Ye.

In this match, each of us will make three moves. We'll decide victory and defeat within those three moves, without fighting as though we must kill each other.

What do you think, Brother Ye?" Li Qinglian explained with a smile.

This idea had suddenly come to him over the past hour.

If they handled things this way, it would minimize Ye Yun's disadvantage to the greatest extent while still living up to the sect's expectations of him.

This was the most mutually satisfactory solution Li Qinglian could think of. It would neither go against his heart nor prevent them from finishing this match fairly.

Besides, he had sufficient confidence in himself. Against Ye Yun, whose right arm was broken, he could secure victory.

If he truly lost the match, he could only blame himself for being inferior in skill.

Upon hearing Li Qinglian's explanation, Ye Yun's heart jolted. He understood perfectly well what this proposal meant.

It meant that Li Qinglian was giving up his own advantage and choosing to compete with him fairly.

This was all benefit and no harm to him, yet utterly meaningless to Li Qinglian.

Thinking of this, Ye Yun could not help but feel warmth in his heart.

Perhaps that was precisely why Li Qinglian bore the title Gentleman Sword. After all, names could be mistaken, but nicknames never were.

Sure enough, he lived up to his name. He had handled this matter openly and honorably, fully deserving the title Gentleman Sword.

"Brother Li, I appreciate your kindness, but..." Ye