Wang Qianghao whistled. "Now that is a fighter."
The Commander didn't know he was holding in a breath until he sighed in relief. He felt as if a boulder was lifted off of his sturdy shoulders. His heart finally started beating again. Even so, he couldn't sit down. She was injured.
"You're too rash." Duke Li Taojun frowned, disapproval written all over his face. He placed a hand on the Commander's shoulder and said, "What has gotten into you? This isn't how you usually behave."
Wen Jinkai shrugged off his mentor's hand all the while watching Li Xueyue. She was tired, but still had two more rounds to go.
"You need to learn respect—"
"Enough," Wen Jinkai snarled, moving past his mentor and sitting back down.
Duke Li Taojun let out an exasperated sigh. He resembled a defeated father who was too lazy to bother with his rebellious son. "I should've beaten some respect into you when I had the chance. Now, I have an unyielding brat as a mentee."
