Yang Yu sheathed his sword and extended his index finger towards Qi, who was acting as the referee. Pointing at him with a smile, he said, "Next, it's your turn, Qi."
"Bastard!" Qi clenched his hands tightly at his spot. "Yang Yu!"
Glaring at Yang Yu ferociously, his eyes revealing determination, Qi strode towards Yang Yu.
Seeing this, Yang Yu's face broke into a smile, and he opened his arms wide, finally voicing a line he always wanted to try, "Ho-ho, instead of running away, you come towards me. It's not easy; just like before the end of an exam when students scramble to finish their answers, your captain, Sekamens, desperately told you of my strength. Yet, you didn't run away, you moved closer to me instead."
Marching with resolution, Qi continued to close in on Yang Yu, "If I don't come closer, I won't be able to knock you down."
"Ho-ho, then come a little closer."
Yang Yu walked toward Qi as well.
Suddenly, Qi's figure disappeared.
