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"Cough, cough!...Brother Cheng, just a fluke, just a fluke."
Chu Zhiyuan used two light coughs to snap Cheng Tianfeng back to reality.
Cheng Tianfeng turned his head to look at him.
His gaze was unfocused, as if looking at him, or perhaps at the void behind him, dazed and chilling.
Chu Zhiyuan said, "This time, I was once again fortunate to win. After going back that night, I reflected deeply on our exchange, Brother Cheng, gaining much, which led to such progress."
Cheng Tianfeng's eyes regained clarity, his handsome face darkened, and he slowly said, "In my life, I admired only three people; now it must increase to four!"
Chu Zhiyuan laughed, "What an honor... If Brother Cheng had used such swordsmanship that night, it would be I who was defeated!"
He sighed, "In the end, Brother Cheng kept holding back, never using this swordsmanship. Alas... what a pity, just a step too late."
He showed a look of both regret and pity at this point.
