Besides, these people were far too weak. He simply could not bring himself to lose to them on purpose.
Just as he was agonizing over it, someone stepped forward.
The man was of middling height and thin build, with a somewhat androgynous face.
"Even someone from Green Mountain Sword Manor has come to compete for a bride. How interesting."
The man made the remark with a sigh.
At those words, Qing Yu's face darkened. Wasn't that a jab straight into his sore spot?
Still, after sizing him up, Qing Yu felt that the man had some grounding in martial arts. Losing to him ought to be much better than losing to those brutes.
With that thought, Qing Yu eased off some of the force in his attacks.
He was driven back several steps.
Just as he was preparing to gradually lose to the man in a convincing fashion, the man spoke.
"Heh, so this is all Qing Lihai's disciple amounts to. As far as I'm concerned, everyone at Green Mountain Sword Manor has a reputation they don't deserve. Pah!"
After driving Qing Yu back, the man looked smug.
Even after saying that, he felt it wasn't enough and continued.
"Your Green Mountain Sword Manor has such a big name in the martial world. Don't tell me it's all hot air? If everyone there is at your level, tsk, tsk, tsk... how disappointing."
After that seamless barrage, Qing Yu's face had turned as black as ink. His right hand closed around his sword hilt, and he drew the blade.
By now, he had long since cast any thought of pretending to lose out of his mind. If he didn't beat this bastard to death, he would write his name backward!
The man gripped his saber too, its tip aimed at Qing