"I was just toying with him and didn't even use ten percent of my strength."
Ning Fan shook his head, not taking the matter to heart at all.
He had roamed the Huaxia Jianghu and internationally for so many years, facing countless crises, viewing bleeding and injury as commonplace.
Zhou Wei was merely defeated, spat a bit of blood, but his life wasn't in danger. Yet he refused to admit defeat and couldn't see the obvious gap between them.
Such persistence seemed rather pretentious.
Zhou Wei, the young master of the Zhou Family in Jiangcheng, grew up like a flower in a greenhouse, completely different from Ning Fan who grew up in the natural environment.
If Ning Fan got hurt, he would quickly adjust his state of mind despite the severe blow, not affecting his future life.
