For this, he even took the initiative to come to the border for training, but what was the result?
Those two brothers had already left him far behind.
Jiang Pojun, standing nearby, also felt a mix of emotions in his heart.
This scene, it was a repeat of their sparring that day.
It was just as clean and efficient.
Lu Jinghong, kneeling on one knee, stared blankly at Zhou Qing in the sky, his eyes full of confusion.
On his own turf, in front of so many people, how did he lose so muddled?
Especially with the five major corps commanders, who trusted him so much, betting over twenty top-grade Spirit Stones.
But soon, the pain and unwillingness on his face gradually faded, replaced by a look of calmness.
"Zhou, I lost, and I accept my defeat wholeheartedly." Lu Jinghong cupped his hands, then exhaled a long breath, "Today's battle with Brother Zhou has benefited me greatly, thank you!"
Though defeated, this battle was honorable, making him understand many of his own limitations.
