From watching Cheng Duanjin and Lang Tao exchange blows, Wang Lin finally saw that Cheng Duanjin was considerably stronger than she was.
Huang Xiao merely smiled faintly at Wang Lin's words. This was between the young couple; blows were affection, and scolding was love.
Bang!
The two violently trembling figures abruptly sprang apart. Only after retreating several steps did they each steady themselves.
"Ptooey!" Cheng Duanjin spat on the ground, his saliva mixed with a good deal of blood.
"That really hurts..." Cheng Duanjin said, grimacing.
He lowered his head to look at himself. His clothes were even more badly torn, practically in shreds, and he had gained quite a few more wounds.
With that, he started walking toward the edge of the arena.
Lang Tao looked much better than Cheng Duanjin. There were only a few saber cuts in his robes and no wounds on his body, though a trace of blood still lingered at the corner of his mouth.
"Trying to leave?" Lang Tao had just wiped the blood from his mouth when he saw what Cheng Duanjin was doing and paused in surprise.
"Impressive, impressive. You have my admiration. An expert ranked third on the Tiger Rankings really is extraordinary. I've learned that firsthand today. Until we meet again." Cheng Duanjin did not turn around, merely waving his hand.
A cold gleam flashed through Lang Tao's eyes at those words. "What a joke. I haven't agreed to let you leave. You're not going anywhere!"
As he spoke, Lang Tao lunged at Cheng Duanjin, the Water-Cutting Saber flashing coldly in his hand.
"Watch out!" Wang Lin could not help shouting.
Cheng Duanjin suddenly darted forward, then swiftly shifted nearly ten feet sideways, dodging the saber stroke Lang Tao aimed at him from behind.
Lang Tao's strike missed, and