"We've been friends for many years, so I should have held back a little. But you were right—there are no friends on the battlefield. If I had gone easy on you, that would have been a true insult."
"Don't you agree?"
Song Wanning threw the words she predicted Liu Yiyi would say right back at her.
If she had lost, Liu Yiyi would have surely offered a pile of insincere, sanctimonious words to build up her own noble image.
"You—didn't you say… that your Cultivation wasn't advanced through conventional means?"
Liu Yiyi was half-lying on the ground, her Spiritual Energy draining away at an alarming rate. Panic seized her.
The fight, from start to finish, was over faster than it would take her to drink a cup of water.
Although her injuries weren't severe, she had lost all face.
Most importantly, she felt she had been deceived.
