Long Rui said coldly, "Humph! A good saying, 'the winner becomes king, the loser becomes a bandit,' but you're still a failure, so there's no talk of kings or bandits; we merely ended up in a draw."
Then, he added ominously, "Whether the State Preceptor Lin can leave here today is still a question."
Lin Kong glanced at the densely packed guards surrounding them and said, "Isn't the Prince just relying on strength in numbers? It doesn't suit your style, Ghost King. Why don't we go outside and have a fight? It would be a fair duel, and even if the Prince wins, the world wouldn't ridicule you."
"Fair?"
Long Rui sneered, "When the State Preceptor Lin used lowly tricks and poisoned my tea, almost capturing me for Wei Country, why didn't you talk about fairness then? Instead, you said, 'the winner becomes king, the loser becomes a bandit.' The Preceptor's tongue is truly eloquent, taking all the good and making fools of others, isn't it?"
