"A draw? How could it be a draw? Damn it! I still couldn't secure a victory!" Meng Chaoyang was so disappointed that he wanted to slap himself. His face was mired with bitterness and loss.
In contrast to Meng Chaoyang, Zhang Tianmiao, although taken aback at first, didn't appear as dejected. He forced a bitter smile, shook his head and bowed deeply to Meng Chaoyang.
"Today, witnessing Brother Meng's skills, I greatly admire you," confessed Zhang Tianmiao, with sincerity in his voice.
In response to Zhang Tianmiao's deep bow, Meng Chaoyang also respectfully returned the gesture.
The two of them faced each other, both seeing the shrouded look of surprise in each other's eyes. Neither Meng Chaoyang nor Zhang Tianmiao had expected it to end in a draw.
Although Zhang Tianmiao outwardly appeared calm, he was far from at peace internally.
The result of a draw had been beyond both of their expectations, but upon calm reflection, it was quite within the realm of reality.
