Zhang Hua swung his sword as gracefully as a crane before opening his eyes and staring at him with disgust. "This is your last chance. Give up voluntarily if you still value your pretty face. One more step and you will be off the platform. No one would blame you... After all, I am a powerful opponent. It makes sense if you give up."
Qie Xieling clenched his jaw his gaze a blazing inferno. He moved his foot back his heel right at the edge of the platform. Zhang Hua sneered seeing him right at the edge of the platform. He was about to sheath his sword when his eyes suddenly narrowed. Qie Xieling took a few steps forward and said, "Now why would I want to make it easy for you? Your insistence for me to quit, is it because you are afraid of getting defeated by a filthy person like me?"
Zhang Hua gritted his teeth and lunged forward, his sword flashing in the sunlight. He was extremely angry and it was showing in his fierce strikes.
