Fatal blow (4)

"We just want to fight you one-on-one." Dongfang Yue said with a smile, while the others nodded in agreement.

"A man sweats and bleeds but doesn't shed tears. Why are you, a man, crying? Are you still a man?" However, uncle long, who knew that he couldn't win the fight, criticized nether sword with a resentful expression when he saw him crying so hard.

"I'm not a man! I'm not a man! Just don't treat me as a man and stop pestering me!" Hearing this, nether sword shouted.

"No! Today, you have to fight, no matter what! It doesn't matter if you're a man or not, you have no choice!" Dongfang Yue was infuriated by nether sword's useless words and spoke with a vicious expression.

Hearing this, nether sword wished he could just faint. That way, he wouldn't have to face these fiendish fellows. Unfortunately, he couldn't faint even if he wanted to!