Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

On the other side of the courtyard.

Zheng Ziqiao was clutching his painfully injured shoulder, fine cold sweat seeping from his forehead, his face slightly pale.

Qin Lie's lips curved in a cold smile as he said contemptuously, "Senior Brother Zheng, it seems your martial arts still lack some refinement. I only used seventy percent of my strength, and you couldn't handle it?"

Luo Qian frowned deeply, "When senior and junior brothers spar and exchange techniques, stopping at the right moment is sufficient. Why did you need to strike so heavily?"

Qin Lie said indifferently, "Some words should be said, some words should not be said."

Luo Qian was slightly stunned, then pressed further, "What do you mean by that?"

"It's nothing! Nothing!"

Zheng Ziqiao forcibly endured the pain and humiliation, quickly stepping forward to Qin Lie's side. He squeezed out a somewhat stiff smile on his face and reached out to pat Qin Lie's shoulder to show reconciliation, "It was just a joke, Junior Brother Qin, please don't take it to heart. This evening, I'll host a banquet at Riverside Tower as an apology. What do you think?"

He desperately tried to maintain his last bit of dignity, hoping Qin Lie would give him a way out.