"Why won't you draw your sword!" Yi Zhengnan yelled angrily at Mu Tingsheng.
Mu Tingsheng smiled faintly, "You haven't used your Spiritual Power, so why should I draw my sword?"
This was a concession made by a stronger party to a weaker party.
Mu Tingsheng had long recognized Yi Zhengnan's true strength and, to tell the truth, he could defeat him with just a single finger.
However, he had always been gentle-natured, showing restraint toward others.
To avoid making Yi Zhengnan lose too face, he had chosen not to truly clash with him.
Hearing Mu Tingsheng's words, Yi Zhengnan suddenly sneered, "Draw your sword and fight me with your real strength. Rest assured, I won't lose to you!"
Such arrogance!
Feng Yueya raised an eyebrow.
A Fifth Rank Sword Master daring to speak so wildly, he must have some trump card up his sleeve that made him so confident.
But Mu Tingsheng did not mock his lack of self-awareness.
