"Whew." Watching the sun rise in the east, Ning let out a soft breath. "Come, all of you, come. I'll take on all comers!"
He had won two consecutive battles last night. The parting words of senior apprentice-brother Bu Ying and senior apprentice-sister Ninelotus allowed Ning to understand…that no matter what, the old disciples definitely wouldn't just let things rest. They would have to win one round of battle, no matter the cost. Ning had to admit; some of the supremely talented disciples of the Black-White College would definitely find it hard to admit inferiority.
However, Ning wouldn't easily admit defeat either. If he had to lose, he had to be thoroughly convinced of his defeat.
