Yingtong screamed in fright, and fortunately, Mo Beishan's sword finally stopped, halting just a few millimeters from Chu Hai's throat. If his hand had trembled, the sword tip could have pierced Chu Hai's skin.
"Stop!" Yingtong angrily charged forward and pushed Mo Beishan's sword aside.
Mo Beishan sheathed his sword, his face still carrying a confident smile.
"Thank you for letting me win." Mo Beishan cupped his fists and said.
Chu Hai's face was deathly pale; he had lost. The man had come to steal his woman and challenge him, but he couldn't even protect her. He was utterly useless!
Seeing his pale face and dejected eyes, Yingtong felt her heart twist painfully. She glared at Mo Beishan in anger and shouted, "Do you think you've really won? This is a dishonorable victory! He was poisoned earlier and suffered internal injuries. The antidote hasn't been effective for long, and he hasn't fully recovered. You... you took advantage of his weakness."
