Declaration
At the core area of the clan.
Sam and Jack are standing among the rubble with their swords. Large piles of bodies are on either side of them.
"It seems like I beat you this time. It is rare. I better cherish it."
Jack said as he pointed at the piles.
"What do you mean, you won? We need to calculate the quality, not quantity. I killed people with higher cultivation levels."
"Why does cultivation level matter when you can kill the two levels of people with the same effort and energy? They are practically the same person to kill. So, they should count as the same."
"Whatever you say."
"I never took you for a sore loser. It is a good thing that you don't lose so much. It will just make it much harder to bear if you are like this all the time."
As they are bickering, the clan leader is in the middle of the rubble on his knees as he looked at them in despair.