Everyone was shocked again. To speak such words in front of Song Mingcheng—weren't they courting death?
Yet, looking at Song Mingcheng's reaction, not a trace of anger could be found; he simply shook his head and said, "I'm lucky it's you. If it were anyone else, I might have already taken action."
"It's not like you haven't tried before," retorted Chen Hao, rolling his eyes and pouting his lips, "If you can't win, just admit it. Don't come up with such lame excuses."
Right there and then, Song Mingcheng's face flushed crimson, unable to rebut. He remembered how, in their first encounter, he had exchanged a couple of moves with Chen Hao but ended up utterly defeated by him.
In the military, he was definitely among the best of the best, holding his own against instructors for a good few moves before being defeated. However, facing Chen Hao, he felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness—the kind where there was simply no chance at all of fighting back.
