Lot of Magic and a bit of Muscle

"You are fast, you should have pushed the attack," said Han Li.

"Your sword is too sharp, I don't want to be hurt," The bald Nu Kai replied calmly.

Han Li chuckled and stood up, his legs wobbling. Inside, his shoulder bones were broken and his flesh mangled. Yet, unlike the other party, he couldn't regenerate. 

Two cold, scarlet eyes looked at Nu Kai. Han Li walked towards him, his overpowering casualness that was always hidden behind his actions was now gone, a cold, callous aura of a snake looking at its prey traveled like a slithering sensation across the enemy's scalp.

Nu Kai calmly but hesitantly looked at Han Li, his face dark. His confidence in fights were not any good, he was in fact, not a person who liked fighting opponents of his own level. He felt a bit afraid of his opposition and he wanted to end this already.