บท 1865: It was still one move

"Just forfeit!" Tang Feng stated calmly, appearing to be indifferent.

Ling Han chuckled, and said, "I have never developed that habit."

"If you fight with me, you will only be seeking your own humiliation," Tang Feng continued, seeming very disdainful. He was the Holy Son of a three-star great sect, and was actually compelled to be battle through multiple levels of selections, which made him feel very insulted.

As he saw it, all his opponents should grovel beneath his feet, and respectfully deliver him all the way to the apex.

Ling Han shook his head, and said, "Make your move."

Tang Feng frowned, and showed a hint of displeasure. 'I have already repeatedly advised you, yet you still refuse to heed it.' He said, "If I did make a move, it would not just end in a horrible defeat for you."

"Oh, tell me about it," Ling Han said calmly.

"You will be crippled in my hands!" Tang Feng humped, clearly angered.