Jian Yi flipped over and retrieved his sword in one smooth motion, brushing off the dust as he chuckled. "Give up yet, kid? You should be proud that you forced me to use seventy percent of my power."
Tian Rulie clutched his violently heaving torso, coughing up a mouthful of stagnant blood. His vision darkened and his head swam, but he forced himself to use his saber to prop himself up, putting on a brave face as he smiled. "Right. I only used ninety percent of my power, and I barely fought you to a draw."
Jian Yi cursed, "Bah! Stubborn brat, will you still have that mouth left even after they cremate you? Losing is losing, what's all this nonsense about a draw?"
Chapter 50