Although Old Devil had been restrained and could not fight back, once he decided to be tough, he stayed tough to the bitter end and absolutely refused to beg for mercy.
Moreover, he had always had a decent relationship with Feng Du, so everyone was more casual around him.
Thus, not only did he refuse to beg for mercy, he kept provoking him.
"Beating people just because you lost—what kind of hero does that?"
"You've never lost before, have you?"
"Losing doesn't feel good, does it?"
"Tsk, tsk... this feels great!"
Feng Du simply kept pounding him.
Old Sun simply kept cursing.
But inwardly, he was utterly shaken: Feng Du is this strong now?
He could actually suppress me this completely!
Even when facing Duan Xiyang, he had never felt this utterly unable to fight back. Yet under Feng Du, the feeling was so vivid and real.
When Feng Du finally paused his beating, Sun Wutian could not help asking, "Third Brother, you've made it through?"
Feng Du snorted, wiped his hand, and said mildly, "I merely made it through. Isn't that perfectly normal? Anyone with legs can take a step, can't they?"
Sun Wutian's face twisted. "Fuck... just keep hitting me. I can't stand people who show off like that..."
Feng Du looked smug. "What? You haven't made it through?"
Sun Wutian said, "...I've already made it halfway, all right!"
"Tsk, halfway... That counts as making it through? Making it through... do you even know what that means? Half a step is called standing in place, understand?" Feng Du lectured.
"...Can you stop talking?" Sun Wutian's face darkened.
"I heard the foundation of the Hate Heaven Saber was broken too?" Feng Du said coolly.
"...Fuck!"
Sun Wutian spat resentfully and turned his head away.
*I shouldn't have talked to