"Hmph, I've already said, there's only defeated Li Bielang, not Li Bielang who concedes. If you've got the guts, kill me."
"Cough, cough cough!"
Li Bielang would cough violently with every sentence he spoke, making the host beside him inexplicably concerned for this "disabled but determined" guy.
This is the spirit of National Martial Arts.
"Bring it on."
The host quietly stepped down from the stage, and the next second, the sound of a gong signaled the start of the fight.
"Hmm, since you're insistent, don't blame me for being ruthless."
Number Eighteen watched Li Bielang who couldn't stop coughing, yet didn't refrain from attacking despite Li's serious injuries. He chose Li Bielang just for an easy win to score some points.
Moreover, taking him down wouldn't cost much in terms of effort.
Though a bit shameless, it was still a strategy for victory.
