It was said that Chen Tuan had settled his Karma with Shan Wuwei, who had not anticipated that over the years, Chen had cultivated the Way of Martial Arts to such a formidable level in close combat. Within just a dozen exchanges, Shan was toppled to the ground by Chen Tuan.
Chen Tuan flicked his sleeves, giving a cold snort and a respectful bow, he said, "I yield, I yield!"
Gritting his teeth, Shan Wuwei climbed up from the ground, realizing he had lost this round. If he continued to seriously contest, he would only lose face even more. A loss was a loss, especially in front of so many. One must lose with integrity! Otherwise, wherever he went, he would be ridiculed, and that would truly be a minor loss leading to a major disaster.
Reputation was even more important than cultivation. Once tainted, it cast one out like a rat crossing the street, scorned and shunned by all.
