C1262 Three Competitions

Bai Ruiyi's threat was blatant and unvarnished—a clear declaration that he would never rest until he had claimed your life in a contest.

Ju Yunxiu responded with a cold laugh, "Brother Bai, talk of victory or defeat is premature. Let's wait until the contest. Spare us any further verbal sparring."

Bai Ruiyi's expression twisted into something fierce. "Fine, fine, fine