Yang Yi hadn't slackened a single day in these three years, but had Kate been idle either?
Looking at Kate's concerned face before him, Yang Yi felt a tumult of emotions.
In a word, he had lost face, and he had lost it badly.
Looking at the stationary Yang Yi, Kate said awkwardly, "Are you okay?"
Yang Yi wiped the blood trickling from his nose and lifted his head, saying gloomily, "I'm fine…"
Kate thought for a moment and said softly, "Let's go again, we…"
"Don't!"
Yang Yi felt incredibly frustrated. Even he could see that Kate was about to go easy on him, to let him regain some dignity.
But what a joke, did Yang Yi need Kate to go easy on him?
Now, Yang Yi was not only disappointed, but he had also fallen into despair. Even if they sparred again and he won, he would suspect that Kate had let him.
It was over, completely over.
He wanted to save face but felt powerless to reverse the situation.
