"No, I lost. I'm no match for him. He was already holding back when we fought just now. I'll fulfill my promise tomorrow," Ling Feng said as he wiped the blood from his lips, his expression turning complex.
Had Ye Wudao used any despicable tricks to defeat him, Ling Feng would never have accepted the result even if it killed him; but this time, he felt utterly and sincerely defeated.
Sometimes, a duel between masters doesn't have to end with life or death, and the truth can be told with just one punch. It's not necessary to battle it out for three hundred rounds to determine who's superior.
On the contrary, it's exactly the opposite. Only when the fighters' skills are closely matched does a battle drag on. But when the disparity in strength is vast, victory can be determined with just a single punch.
