Winning... Truly winning was impossible. He could only use strategies to force a draw, barely managing to learn his teacher's unique skills while discreetly announcing his presence in the town.
Wu Wang waved to Jin Wei. His face, brimming with smiles one moment, turned stern the next. Weathered by half a year of wind and sun, it no longer held its delicate look. He stood proudly on the right side of the platform.
Since ancient times, the one on the left in a confrontation always loses!
"Junior Brother, don't be too nervous," Dong Gao announced loudly. "Who will come to win this Beast Blood?"
Behind the gates of the General's residence, several young men were shoving each other. Eventually, four or five hands collectively pushed out the skinniest one among them.
Dong Gao frowned at the sight but still managed a gentle smile.
"Please, come up to the platform!"
"M-me?"
