He had already sensed that he would not be a match for this young man, yet the pride hidden in his blood, that unique pride of ancient martial artists, would not allow him to simply bow his head and concede defeat.
"I want to fight you!" Tang Batian repeated, this time with more force and conviction in his voice, even conveying a determination to face death.
This feeling was somewhat familiar to him, reminiscent of the duel he had once had with Shi Wanwang, seeing the same determination in Shi Wanwang.
Those who would burn their own life and essence blood for a decisive battle are no different from Tang Batian now.
Chu Ge held one hand behind his back and with the other, he made a gesture of invitation, "Let's go outside to fight."
Since he wanted to break through himself before dying, then he would fulfill his wish.
It wasn't that Chu Ge was particularly kind-hearted; it was a form of respect for a fellow ancient martial artist, a respect for the path of ancient martial arts.
