The two men stood on the lawn, long swords in hand, their expressions calm. The next moment, Pei Yuandong doubled over. He planted his Dong Han sword into the earth, clutching his abdomen. Blood seeped from the wound, and his face grew even paler. Lin Kuang's clothes were also pierced over his abdomen, but his skin was untouched. In this battle, Lin Kuang had won.
Turning around, Lin Kuang's gaze fell on Pei Yuandong. He was an excellent opponent; Lin Kuang had to admit that. He approached Pei Yuandong and pressed a series of points on his body, sealing the wound to stop the bleeding.
"You can go," Lin Kuang said plainly.
Hearing this, Pei Yuandong struggled to his feet and turned to face Lin Kuang. "I lost. I am at your disposal," he said. His face was deathly pale, but his tone was exceptionally firm.
"That's not necessary," Lin Kuang said with a smile. "There's nothing I need you to do for me."
