"Brat, you're so vicious in your attack!"
Although Wen Tai was still unconscious from the silver needle's acupoint strike, the agitated guests of Benlei Mountain Villa glared angrily at Zhao Rong.
"With the pact made beforehand, life and death are each individual's responsibility. How can you speak of viciousness?" Zhao Rong ignored their rage, "Shouldn't you be blaming your young villa master for his lack of proficiency in martial arts?"
"It was your craftiness, preying on the young villa master's honesty by goading him with words, leading him to not even use a third of his skills," the guest retorted, trying to save face.
"Nonsensical fuss!" Zhao Rong scoffed disdainfully, "First, I did not use hidden weapons; second, I did not employ poison. I even engaged him with the fist and foot techniques that your young villa master excels in, but he couldn't even take one of my palms. What right has he to say how much of his ability he used?"
