"Still able to fight? How wonderful." Yin Tian licked the corner of his mouth, savoring the sight of his opponent's desperate resistance.
He clearly can't win, yet he insists on standing in the arena for his so-called dignity, while I get to torture Hu Yanjie slowly. What a pleasure, what a joy!
The rest of the fight was Yin Tian's personal show. After all, Yin Tian was a Martial Artist. Facing an exhausted Hu Yanjie, his offensive was a completely one-sided onslaught.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
The blows rained down on flesh, all aimed at the face, beating Hu Yanjie until his face was drenched in blood and swollen like a pig's head.
This was no longer a friendly spar. It was an outright insult!
Although the students in the spectator stands were angry, they were helpless; that was just how martial arts exchanges went.
Don't want to get beaten?
Simple. Win!
As a great man once said, "If you fall behind, you will take a beating." This principle applied to every field and every country.
