Fatty Huang watched with his hair standing on end and sprinted away. As he ran, Situ Ruoling chased after him, her sword whip like a venomous snake, relentlessly pursuing him.
Don't be fooled by Fatty Huang's plump appearance; he wasn't slow. He managed to keep the whip from catching up, leaving the audience dumbfounded.
"Hey, fatso, you're here to duel, why are you running? Fighting like this, how long do you plan to keep it going?" shouted a spectator.
"Little Fatty, didn't you say your dad asked you to fight seriously?" Ling Shuiyao called out.
"Oh right, I almost forgot." Fatty Huang seemed to have just remembered his father's advice and abruptly stopped.
When he stopped, Situ Ruoling wasn't about to halt too. Chasing after a fatty and failing to catch him had already left her feeling disgraced, not to mention the anger simmering inside her.
