"Admit that I'm not your match? Are you out of your mind?" Lin Fei looked at the other party with disdain.
Tang Ming chuckled, "No, didn't you say I'm taking advantage of you? If you really have no strength left, I won't take advantage. I do agree that taking advantage of others is not what a noble man does, so if you admit you're not my match, it means you really have no strength left. Then I'll concede, and let you have the victory, after all, I can't take advantage of someone, right?"
Hearing Tang Ming's words, Lin Fei closely observed Tang Ming, then said, "You're quite the slick talker. The opponent before didn't make you concede, did they?"
"I'm not a storyteller, I'm here for Beast Fighting." Tang Ming smiled at Lin Fei.
Lin Fei was speechless. Tang Ming really had a way with words. Since that was the case, Lin Fei shrugged and spread his hands, saying, "Well, there's nothing to be done. But don't cry when I beat you into tears later."
