Things seemed to be going well enough for the Xu, having been able to force his adversary on the defensive as his fist delivered a flurry of punches laced by razor-sharp wind. The gale that had started forming around the two felt a bit... Well, exaggerated to him, but at least it helped add to the moment. He could feel his muscles screaming out in pain, begging him to stop; his heart, on the verge of collapse, was beating more rapidly than the winds around him were blowing. But this was one fight he couldn't afford to hold back on.  With the last of his energy as his body was about to break, Xu cocked back his right arm, readying himself for a punch...

When Xin's counterattack struck him head-on. It pierced through the armor of wind he had set up, the qi underneath, and went straight through his torso. Though it wasn't necessarily fatal, the battle was more than over by then.

He... Had lost.

With a defiant smile, Xu coughed a few times, blood mixing itself in with his spit as the winds died down around the two fighters. So, this guy turned out to be the real deal in the end, huh?

"...Hm. I'll keep my word. Do what you wish." he stated, falling to his knees as the blood continued leaking out from the gaping wound across his body. "Nam-seon, you know as well as I do that we're damned regardless of what we do now, so there's no point in not coming down here. Move, you Daeyang blockhead; the sooner we get this over with, the better."

With a grunt, the bandit's companion jumped down from his perch on the branches above and landed beside Xu, a grim stare as he looked at Dai Xin.

"That battle... You fought well. Dying to such a skilled fighter... I have no regrets." Nam-seon sighed, taking off his katars and placing them to the side. "Do as you will."