"Sensationalizing fear and influencing hearts, you must know, victory or defeat is not spoken by the mouth, but depends on the sword in hand, the army at command..."
Cui Huchen refrained from acting, his anger revived, watching as lightning-like attacks were about to strike, Chen Ping spoke again.
"It's not that there's no need to fight. I simply pity Mr. Cui's talents and the Cui Family's strength; unable to go to battle against the Hu, but rather dying at my hands, it holds no meaning at all.
How about this: Mr. Cui and Brother Bo Yu, one of the Cui Family's two tigers, attack together. If you can withstand three swords from me, this time will count as your victory. My head is here for you to take, and the Xingqing Prefecture will entirely belong to the Cui Family. How about that?"
Cui Huchen was at a loss for words.
Only withstand three swords and you win, no desperate struggle?
He was skeptical, but his emotions were unmoving as he asked, "What if I'm defeated?"
