Ma Zhibin held a wineglass in his hand and swirled it gently, his eyes fixed on the hollow-eyed Ma Liang before him. He asked slowly, "Well? Can't take the blow?"
Ma Liang remained silent, immersed in his own world, turning a deaf ear to Ma Zhibin's words.
Ma Zhibin chuckled and continued on his own. "A loss is a loss. Who in this life hasn't lost their way through it?"
"Your second uncle has been losing all these years-losing fights, falling behind in levels, losing at life."
"Even that bastard Chen Xun has surpassed me in every respect now, but aren't I still living just fine?"
Only at the mention of Chen Xun did Ma Liang's eyes stir slightly.
He turned back and said hoarsely, "It's not that I can't accept losing. But he toyed with me. Was that fun?!"
Ma Zhibin chuckled at that. "Of course it was. Watching someone your own age dance in the palm of your hand-don't you think that's interesting?"
Ma Liang's eyes instantly turned bloodshot. He roared, "That fucking bastard! It was all tricks, all tricks!"
From the moment Zhu Wuneng spread his wings and took flight, Ma Liang had realized something was wrong.
Zhu Wuneng had been putting on an act all along, toying with him.
The complaints about the Heavenly Prodigy Ranking, the ear-picking, and even that line about "a move used once being useless against him"-all of it had been meant to make him impatient and unsettled, so Zhu Wuneng could seize an opening and defeat him in one stroke.
Ma Zhibin remained unmoved and said calmly, "So that was enough to make you feel humiliated?"
"Those were only little tricks. Hearts are treacherous in the Soul Master World. There are countless schemes far more vicious than that."
Ma Liang ground