Nangong Qi's combat skills were formidable, and those who overestimated their own minor skills were either frightened away or chose to leave on their own to save their face.
"Qi'er, sparring has always been about stopping at the right point, how can you be so rude?" he voice of the head of the Nangong Family was slightly cold, and the older generation echoed in agreement, though their faces showed no sign of anger.
"Not at all, Miss Qi has already shown mercy, only blame this useless boy for his lack of skill." The visiting guests, aware of their own limitations, quickly smiled apologetically. They knew that the Nangong Family was just putting on a show, and if this was considered holding back, then it wasn't a real sparring at all.
While the elders exchanged pleasantries, Nangong Qi did not respond; her hair fluttering, her gaze firmly locked on her opponent, had a taste of neither servility nor overbearingness.