C1173 No Choice

"Heh... Kid, there's still time to throw in the towel," the young man taunted, watching Zhou Yan stagger back.

"Throw in the towel? Dream on! Those words don't exist in my vocabulary," Zhou Yan retorted with a cold snort, then charged at his adversary with the swiftness of lightning.

Swish!

Zhou Yan closed the distance in a heartbeat, his long sword poised for a brutal thrust at the young man