Huang Xiaolong no longer glanced at Ying Qingfeng, jauntily making his way down the stage.
All of a sudden, Ying Qingfeng pushed himself off the ground with both hands, finally managing to stand, his body trembling like a leaf. He started bawling, "I...I...I admit, my skills are inferior to yours… However, I, Ying Qingfeng, swear by the heavens, from this day forth, I will sleep on brushwood and taste gall, redouble my practice, and achieve retribution someday! To tread you underfoot, grind you into the dirt, and humiliate you!"
"Pfft~~ Very well. I'll be waiting. I hope you won't be this weak next time. Otherwise, it won't be fun at all." Huang Xiaolong teased with a smirk.
In fact, not killing or crippling Ying Qingfeng today was all for the pleasure of tormenting him again next time!
