"You lost."
Ling Chen sheathed his sword and walked towards Zhou Qingqing, speaking lightly.
"Impossible, how could I lose to someone as lowly as you? It's impossible."
Zhou Qingqing still refused to accept her defeat, gritting her teeth as she glared at Ling Chen, her beautiful eyes filled with resentment.
"Three moves can't possibly test true skill; let's fight ten more moves to decide the winner."
However, Ling Chen had no intention of paying attention to Zhou Qingqing and simply said lightly, "Lost means lost; there are no excuses. I remember we had an agreement earlier: if I lost, I would immediately step down from the position of group leader, but since I won, you have to let me handle it as I please."
Upon hearing these words, Zhou Qingqing's face changed, and a hint of panic surged in her eyes. She recalled the look Ling Chen had given her earlier. Did this guy have some improper intentions towards her?
"What are you planning?"
