Seeing Wu Qingce open his eyes, Wu Fengmian heaved a sigh of relief. He tidied his messy hair and said,"It's okay. It's good that you're awake."
"Cough! Cough cough cough!"
Wu Qingce felt his blood rush up and coughed violently, until he spat out a few mouthfuls of blood on the ground.
"Phew... Phew..."
After spitting out blood, Wu Qingce felt that he had regained some consciousness. He slowly turned around and saw a face looking at him with contempt.
"Yuan Xingteng!"
Wu Qingce's mind was still in a mess, but he still blurted out these words.
Hearing Wu Qingce call his name, Yuan Xingteng smiled and said,""What's wrong? Unconvinced? Get up and fight again!"
Wu Qingce wanted to stand up, but Wu Fengmian stopped him.
"Alright, a loss is a loss. Just go back and practice again."
Wu Qingce suddenly remembered what had happened when he heard the word 'lose'.
He was sparring with Yuan Xingteng.
