"Why don't you lay your sword down and let me allow you to die happily instead?" retorted Ling Chuxi with a snort. What she hated the most were idiots who thought too highly of themselves. Obviously, these people were here to carry out an assassination, yet this guy wanted to speak so righteously as if being able to die at his hands were a great gift. She really wanted to stomp on his face and grind her foot in it a few times before spitting a mouthful of spittle on him.
If one can't beat their opponent, then they should run. Such a tactic wasn't called being shameful, it was called knowing one's own abilities. The future contains many days ahead, and as long as one was alive, there is always hope for the future! However, if Ling Chuxi wasn't able to run away this time, then she did not mind putting her life on the line to put up a fight. Even if she were to die, she would die with dignity. To live kneeling or die standing? Ling Chuxi's choice was naturally the latter!
