He frowned, gently covering his right arm, though the attack just now did not come from this arm, the aftershocks still brought a significant burden to it.
Ma Yi's battle intent had not completely extinguished, but he was not one to take advantage of another's peril.
"Alright, since you say so." His words carried a hint of regret, as if recalling something, he added, "But next time we meet, we must decide who is superior."
Asilia nodded with a bitter smile; this was the hardest part for him to understand about martial artists—they were overly forgiving towards those they favored, but showed no mercy to those they didn't.
He remained vigilant, tentatively asking, "Then, shall I take my leave?"
Ma Yi did not feel angered by his caution, instead revealing a look of regret, as if regretful that Asilia did not see him as a pure martial artist.
"Please go ahead." Ma Yi sidestepped to clear the path, leaving enough space for Asilia.
