Feng Zhi breathes heavily after the fight, but that is more due to exasperation than any tiredness on his part. Everything was over in thirty seconds, thirty maddening and impressively violent seconds. The state of the training room can attest to it. The ceiling was cracked open sometime after the third second, exposing both of them to the harsh light of day. The walls did not fare any better.
Truthfully, he does not think this can be called a room anymore.
“What exactly did you think this would accomplish?”
His opponent does not answer him. In a fairer world, that would be because he is unconscious. Alas, that is not the case. Though it is easier to count the bones of his that are not broken, and some of his clothes are literally burned into his skin and muscles, his eyes remain wide open. The fool seems to be having a staring contest with the sun, a practice as inane as this whole thing has been.
“Hey,” the fool says at last, “Do you think things could have gone differently?”
An impertinent question like that does not need any consideration.
“I could never lose to the likes of you!”
The fool, Huang Shing, turns to him and scoffs.
A vein throbs on Feng Zhi’s forehead.
“First, you waste my time with a pointless challenge. Now you insult me? You truly are tired of living!”
Far from looking threatened, the fool has the gall to snort.
“You won’t kill me because that’d make Yi Jiao sad,” he points out, not incorrectly. “Not that she’d need to. After stealing her from me, not killing me should be the least you could do. You’re so shameless, Young Master.” The rightful source is novel•fire.net
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“You lost her on your own!” Feng Zhi snaps at him.
That gets a reaction, a flicker of something in the idiot’s eyes before he looks away.
“Maybe,” the idiot says. “But you still didn’t need to take her so publicly. You haven’t even had the decency to introduce me to any girls to make up for it. That’s rude.”
“This sort of thing is exactly why Yi Jiao couldn’t stand you!” Feng Zhi yells at him, angry that despite having won the battle and unleashed much-deserved punishment on the idiot, he’s somehow the one caught in his pace.
“Anyway, that’s not what I was asking about,” Huang Shing says. “I… When I joined the Eternal Flame Clan, I almost got into a fight with Brother Hong. It could have ended pretty badly, but it didn’t. We became allies and then friends. Ever since I talked with Yi Jiao, I have been thinking… but I’m not good at thinking so Bei Hong suggested I do this instead.”
“You took advice from that oaf?” Feng Zhi asks before he can stop himself. He notes, with no small amount of alarm, that he is becoming familiar with this pack of lunatics.
Huang Shing shrugs, still lying on the ground. “What did I have to lose?”
“Nah,” Huang Shing says. “Anyway, I think it worked. I really don’t like you.”
“Somehow, I’ll live,” Feng Zhi says dryly.
“Hey, you’d be lucky to have someone like me around,” Huang Shing protests. “Do you have any idea how many plots against you people have tried to rope me into?”
“You are very unpopular,” Huang Shing tells him with something resembling pity. Feng Zhi’s hands twitch with the desire to strangle him. “Well, a few were plots to become close to you by convincing me to murder you so they can warn you ahead of time and earn your trust. One of them was a girl who really wanted to take Yi Jiao’s place. At least I got something out of that one.”
Huang Shing grins lecherously and gropes the air with his hands.
“You are the worst,” Feng Zhi says in disgust.
“But now I feel like the best!” Huang Shing says, leaping to his feet as though his body wasn’t still grievously injured. “You should start getting ready for the Crimson Cloud Tournament, Young Master. We’ll all surpass you if you aren’t careful.”
“I,” Feng Zhi says, focusing his Qi on Huang Shing, “am not someone who feels threatened by the words of a naked ape. Unlike you, I have become aware of myself and my role. I know my strengths and weaknesses.”
“That’s why you fail.”
Feng Zhi’s aura flares up.
“I seem to have damaged your brain during our struggle. Perhaps more hits are needed to restore it to its former equally unimpressive state.”