"Going one-on-one, I might not necessarily lose to you," Jiang Yuzhe said, bristling with anger.
"Oh really? Then I might give you that chance," Mu Hanyan replied.
"That's for real?" Jiang Yuzhe perked up, feeling as though even his aches seemed less painful.
Although Mu Hanyan had just demonstrated the strength of a Sixth-tier Swordsman with that punch, and he had only recently advanced to the Sixth Rank, falling short of Mu Hanyan's abilities, as long as it was a fair fight, he was utterly confident he could defeat Mu Hanyan and repay the pain and humiliation a hundredfold.
"Hmph, we're playboys, not scoundrels; do you think we would do something as dishonest as breaking our word and tarnish our own reputation?" Mu Hanyan, not knowing where he'd found Jiang Yuzhe's folding fan, flicked it open with a whoosh and waved it with a face full of arrogance as though the reputation of a playboy was something to be proud of.
