An Huangui caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye, twitching slightly. Engaging in a duel with such a master was a foolish decision, he thought, as if his brain had been soaked in at least two bottles of water.
Zhou Leng extended his right hand and said, "The third round requires charging alone into the Demon horde. Though it's a test of victory or defeat, it's overly dangerous. Why don't we call it quits here?"
An Huangui was momentarily stunned, but quickly understood Zhou Leng's intention, extending his right hand to gently clasp Zhou's.
"I truly am no match for you. In this duel, I, An Huangui, have lost," An Huangui shouted in the end, lightly nodding toward Zhou Leng. His expression was quite calm as he turned around and walked back to where the East China Martial Arts Academy members were gathered.
Mountain River Oak glanced around, grabbed the nearest bottle of water, unscrewed it, pouring with his right hand and catching the water with his left.
