"You have grown powerful; I don't think I can beat you to the pulp like before," she said as she looked at me from up to down.
"It seemed like your habit of overestimating yourself against me still hadn't completely disappeared," I said, to which a bright smile appeared on her face. "Don't forget, I have beat you the pulp many times, and I have photos of it if you want to jog your memories." She replied with her old taunting smile.
"That was the past; you will have a very hard time if you want to beat me to that condition ever again," I said, to which she arched her brow.
"Really, from what I could see, you are a High Grandmaster, and I am Grandmaster and still confident in dominating you in battle; I wonder what will happen if I reached the same level as you are?" she asked, and that brought a big smile on my face.
