"Don't you know that there's a difference between us? You are bound to lose, and your life might be in danger," the mystic reminded seemingly kindly. But in his heart, he hoped that the old man in front of him would admit defeat himself so that he wouldn't have to fight. Moreover, he could conserve his energy and focus on the next match.
"So what? Wasn't there a battle just now where the weak defeated the strong?" Old Zao said nonchalantly.
"But that person can't participate in the later rounds at all. His injuries are so severe. So what if he won?" the mystic continued persuading.
"It's better to win than to lose! Are you going to fight or not? Don't waste my time. Just admit defeat if you don't want to fight," Old Zao said impatiently. Damn, some of the fights were already over, but his opponent was still beating around the bush.
