Ning Xuan shook his head.
The other youth also shook his head and said provocatively, "Honestly, you've disappointed me. I thought you were strong, but—"
He never finished the sentence. A flash of motion, and he was sent flying through the air, spitting blood.
"And now?" Ning Xuan asked him.
The youth's face turned green. This guy cheated! He was just pretending to be weak!
"Despicab—"
A low growl had just begun to form in his throat when another blow sent him flying again. Lying on the ground, unable to get up, he looked at Ning Xuan, his face a mask of utter shock. He had been prepared that time, yet he still couldn't dodge Ning Xuan's fist.
It's too fast!
"I surrender!" he declared decisively. The consequences of not doing so would be unthinkable.
Ning Xuan beckoned to him. As the youth stared in a daze, Ning Xuan prompted, "The Storage Ring. Give it to me."
"Why should I?!" the youth refused.
