"Liu Xiaochen, I have never seen anyone as arrogant as you. But a promise is a promise; you lost, so you have to give me Song of the Phoenix." Tian Haiwei took a few deep breaths to calm himself.
Wang Jingyuan couldn't believe this man. "What do you mean, Liu Xiaochen lost? Clearly, it was you who lost. You were blasted away."
"You intervened. But even if you didn't, Liu Xiaochen had already lost. He couldn't even dodge my palm." Tian Haiwei refused to back down.
"The drum didn't sound. The round wasn't over," Liu Xiaochen said calmly. "I didn't lose, Chief Tian."
"That's true; the drum didn't sound," Lang Yu agreed.
"Fine! Fine!" Tian Haiwei didn't even want to argue anymore. "Let's finish the battle then, Liu Xiaochen. Right here, right now! You will just lose a second time. Abbess Huiyuan, Chief Lang, are you still with me?"
