Looking at Yang Shiduo across from him, Chen Chuan realized why he had lost and thought of a way to win. Yet after his thoughts had twisted and turned a hundred times, he finally asked about something else:
"Who taught you to fight like that?"
That approach had been utterly different from Yang Shiduo's usual style. Otherwise, Chen Chuan would never have fallen for it. Deep down, he refused to believe Yang Shiduo had devised it himself.
Yang Shiduo had just opened his mouth when he abruptly recalled Second Brother Ding's earlier warning-"Win or lose, you must not mention my name."
He steadied himself and said:
"I met a senior outside the guildhall. He casually gave me a few pointers.
"Then my friend volunteered to invite you to spar with me again."
A senior... Chen Chuan's gaze swept over Ding Songyan in the covered walkway, and he instinctively ruled him out. This must be the friend, not the senior.
"If we fought again, I would never fall for it. You would definitely lose." Chen Chuan looked back at Yang Shiduo and offered that face-saving remark, unwilling to accept his defeat.
"I believe you." Yang Shiduo understood perfectly well why he had won.
Then another thought struck him. If they fought again, Chen Chuan would surely adjust his approach. Could he make new changes to counter those adjustments?
In that case, he might not necessarily lose!
The next time, and the time after that, and the time after that-he could anticipate certain things each time, but he also had to keep his opponent from guessing what he was targeting...
The more Yang Shiduo thought about it, the more his head hurt. It felt as though his skull might burst.
He could not help scratching the back of his head.
*Wasn't this