Liu Dingtang did not dare descend the mountain. In the end, the two sides agreed to a fair fight beside a large blue-gray boulder halfway up the slope.
From there, Liu Dingtang could retreat to the summit at any moment and avoid being surrounded and killed.
With the boulder beside him for cover, Chu Xisheng had no fear of Liu Dingtang playing tricks either.
If anything happened, he only needed to duck behind the rock, and the heavy crossbowmen on the mountain would be powerless against him.
The two approached step by step, finally stopping ten paces apart to face each other.
Liu Dingtang stood half a foot higher than Chu Xisheng.
Looking down at Chu Xisheng from above, he said, "Why throw your life away, boy? You've already won. Today, you can establish your own hall in West Mountain Hall. Beautiful wives and lovely concubines, power and money-all will be yours for the taking. Wealth and glory are already in your grasp, yet you insist on risking yourself for these hundred-odd lives?
"If you win today, well and good. But if you lose, the fine position you fought tooth and nail to secure will only fall into someone else's lap."
Liu Dingtang held his saber's hilt, actually wearing a cheerful smile. "As far as I know, those seventh-rank thousand-household commanders of the West Mountain Commandery Army were reasonably strong. Killing two of them certainly proves your extraordinary talent and superb saber skills. But your cultivation is only eighth rank. How could you have escaped injury yourself?
"I'd like to know whether you can even raise your hands now. And how much of your peak saber speed can you muster? If your blade is even a moment too slow, your head will fall right here. Think carefully. There's still time