When Ning Zhuo stated that he had no hope of winning and was keen on preserving his life, Chun Yangzi's fists tightened, genuinely wanting to give the big-headed youth a good beating to vent his frustration.
"It's not bad that you have such self-awareness," Chun Yangzi spoke, his tone was harsh.
"But with Nanming Village making an all-out effort to rise, stirring up the wind and clouds, the momentum is vast. During the Five Battles Martial Arts, we are exhausting our efforts; one of our own has even died."
"In such circumstances, if we lose the fifth battle, all previous efforts will be in vain."
"As the military art says: 'Raise the spirit with one drum, weaken with two, exhaust with three!'"
"In contrast, the opponent's morale must be soaring, and the next time they block our charge, they will certainly be even more united and willing to invest."
"So, never be careless and don't assume there are many opportunities. Will we still have a good chance like this in the future?"
