He the Sixth's words really make no sense. Normally, you'd expect the loser to get a beating, but he said the winner would get beaten instead.
Who would rush to win under these conditions? Just to get beaten?
What a strange situation.
Chen Qingniu, however, didn't dare treat this lightly. If he didn't take the match seriously, it might just bring disapproval from his master. Being lazy in training and careless in battle—what future does such a disciple have?
If someone tried to play clever tricks, He the Sixth would teach them what it means to be too clever for their own good.
"Can we not fight?" Wang Xuan's face looked bitter; Senior Brother Chen's cultivation level was nearing that of an Earth Immortal and far surpassed him both in experience and cultivation.
Facing someone like him, Wang Xuan truly had no confidence.
He the Sixth lay on a rocking chair, swaying comfortably, squinting as he smoked his pipe, glancing occasionally at Chen Qingniu.
