"Haha… It seems like the Young Master is giving me an opportunity to shine. If so, then it would be rude of me to refuse."
Chong Sheng's eyes gleamed faintly, the corners of his mouth curving into a cold smile.
He slowly raised his sword, ready to strike Quan Zhiyang.
Quan Zhiyang, who saw everything clearly, wanted to move and dodge, but his body refused to listen.
"Move!"
He yelled angrily, but it yielded no result.
Slash!
Chong Sheng didn't miss.
However, that was just the start of his revenge.
Quan Zhiyang was injured but managed to regain control of his body.
If Chong Sheng wanted, he could have ended the fight right there and then—but how could he?
He was going to thoroughly humiliate Quan Zhiyang before everyone, including the Princess he had tried to show off to.
"You weakling! Don't be happy just because you got lucky there!"
Quan Zhiyang still believed Chong Sheng was a mortal, thinking the only reason he survived was due to sheer luck.
