As Wang Chong looked at Tai Sui Fu sprawled on the ground, the first thought that popped into his head was, Crushing weaklings really does feel good!
Almost at the same time, he jumped off his horse and helped Tai Sui Fu up, his face full of apology, yet said not a word. This was experience from his previous life: with someone like Tai Sui Fu, the more you comforted him, the more worked up he became. If you said nothing, he would find his own way to save face.
Sure enough, Tai Sui Fu shouted, "This horse suddenly stumbled, which cost me that exchange."
"I'm not one to deny a loss. I lost this match!"
Wang Chong did not suggest another bout. Tai Sui Fu really was no child; that single exchange had been enough for him to gauge the difference between their martial skills. If Wang Chong tried to yield to him now, Tai Sui Fu would instead think he was toying with him.
Wang Chong was just about to invite Tai Sui Fu back to the feast when Monk Xuangang shouted, "I lost to General Tai Sui Fu last time, and this humble monk is far from convinced!"
He leaped down and called, "Could we have another bout and settle who is stronger?"
Tai Sui Fu thought, I can't beat Wen Zhengchun, but surely I can beat you, someone I've already defeated? Just the chance to win back some face. He immediately shouted, "Shall I let you taste defeat once more, Master?"
Monk Xuangang had truly been stewing over it. Last time, he had lost not in martial skill, but in his unfamiliarity with battlefield combat. Having reflected painfully on that lesson, this time he wanted to match fists and feet with Tai Sui Fu. Tai Sui