Tournament (6)

Ying Jun didn't hold back as he said, "Your own power? You take pride in this kind of shameful display? What kind of a man are you?"

Mo Ze Chen gave a shrug and said with a smile, "I really have to thank brother Ying for your generosity. If it wasn't for your offer, I might not have been able to pull this off."

Ying Jun's face twisted even more as he tasted something sweet in his mouth, but he forced down that mouthful of blood. He pointed his finger at Mo Ze Chen and roared, "You! You! You! Just how shameless could you be!"

Mo Ze Chen ignored this and cupped his hands towards Ying Jun as he said, "I have to thank brother Ying for letting me win."

Ying Jun finally couldn't take Mo Ze Chen's shamelessness anymore as his eyes rolled back in his eyes and he spat out a large mouthful of blood before collapsing on the crowd. He had been enraged to the point where he actually spat out blood.