Bei Yetang had won two bouts in succession, his momentum soaring like a rainbow. For a moment, the Warriors could only exchange glances.
They could already tell that he was indeed a difficult opponent. Had they encountered him on the battlefield, they would naturally have massed their forces and used every means at their disposal; at the very least, they could have killed him.
But in peacetime, under the constraints of a friendly contest, many techniques and methods were off-limits. They could only admit that he was exceedingly troublesome.
Thus, when Wang Ran withdrew, knelt on one knee, and begged Fang Qianyuan's forgiveness, everyone else fell into thoughtful silence.
Who should they send out for the next bout?
"Enough." Fang Qianyuan waved a hand, telling Wang Ran to rise, then addressed Bei Yetang, who had returned with him. "There is no need to proceed with the third bout."
Bei Yetang paused in surprise. "Grand Elder Fang..."
Fang Qianyuan said, "Fellow Daoist Bei, your strength is formidable. You truly deserve your reputation as a renowned veteran of Central Province."
"I admire you greatly! Since that is the case, you may choose any three of the twelve chapters of Change with the Times to copy. I also agree to the alliance you mentioned earlier. You may return and report accordingly."
A flicker of delight crossed Bei Yetang's face, and he hurriedly said, "Thank you for granting my wish, Grand Elder Fang."
He added, "If I may be so bold, I would like to copy the first three chapters."
Fang Qianyuan nodded. "You may."
He had already settled the important matters, so naturally, he would not quibble over these minor details.
"My lord, why did you suddenly stop the contest? Although we were at a disadvantage in the earlier battles, we might