Zhao Gongming: Senior Brother, Go Easy on Me (3)

Saint Mother Wu Dang nodded from the side. "Exactly. Look, Senior Brother Yun Ting is getting serious. Hmm, that physical strength... it looks even stronger than an Ancestral Witch's..."

Hearing Wu Dang say this, Gui Ling took a careful look and said, "Mm. Judging by my Divine Beast body, this strike is definitely not something an ordinary Quasi-Saint could withstand. If that punch landed, even I, a Quasi-Saint who excels most at defense, would probably be injured."

Yun Xiao was dumbfounded upon hearing this. "Th-this... Senior Brother Yun Ting isn't using any spiritual treasures or divine abilities? He's just throwing punch after punch?"

Gui Ling rubbed her chin. "He probably thinks there's no need to use spiritual treasures against Junior Brother Gongming. After all, if he drew the Hun Yuan Sword, he might not be able to control his strength..."

Wu Dang nodded at this. "Junior Sister Gui Ling is right. That is indeed possible..."

As they spoke, Yun Ting threw another punch. A terrifying wave of energy surged forth, creating a flaw in the formation. Yun Ting seized the chance to rush inside. Without using any mana, he grabbed Zhao Gongming and began pummeling him with heavy, flesh-striking blows.

As he punched, Yun Ting asked, "Junior Brother Gongming, do you surrender?"

Zhao Gongming endured eight punches without saying a word. Yun Xiao could no longer bear to watch and shouted, "Senior Brother Yun Ting, stop! My big brother surrenders! Your first punch was too fierce—you shook his primordial spirit unconscious, so he couldn't surrender! Stop hitting him..."

Hearing this, Yun Ting awkwardly stopped. "Uh... I accidentally hit too hard. My fault. I won this duel, right?"

The Interception Sect disciples curled their lips, thinking, *Senior Brother Gongming pulled out all sorts of spiritual treasures and formations, and you knocked