Humiliation.
Everything Chen Yan had done was an insult to Ren Feng.
Without using a trace of true qi, he relied solely on the purest physical strength, pummeling Ren Feng's face with one punch after another.
For a Spirit Communion Realm cultivator like Ren Feng, this kind of attack could barely cause him any injury.
Yet each punch shattered a little more of his dignity and prestige within the Luoling Sect.
Ren Feng tried to fight back, but there was nothing he could do.
Chen Yan's physical strength was far greater than he had imagined.
What should he do?
Ren Feng's mind raced.
If he broke the seal on his own qi sea and released his Spiritual Sense, then fought with the cultivation of the Spirit Communion Realm...
It still wouldn't be possible to reclaim the reputation he had already lost.
Surrender?
If this had been a normal spar, after the two sides had tested each other and exchanged techniques, Ren Feng would have been willing to "gracefully admit defeat."
But being beaten to a pulp like this, utterly unable to fight back...
That wasn't surrender.
It was begging for mercy.
Was he supposed to beg Chen Yan for mercy?
"Bang!"
"Bang! Bang!"
The sound of punches colliding rang out one after another from the arena.
Many of the young disciples watching below had even begun to look away, unable to bear witnessing this one-sided beating any longer.
But if he didn't beg for mercy, Chen Yan showed no sign of stopping.
Begging would only further tarnish his reputation, so...
To hell with it—he'd go all out!
Ren Feng made up his mind. He stopped sealing his qi sea and released his Spiritual Sense.
BOOM—
A muffled crash exploded across the arena.
Frenzied true qi poured from Ren Feng's body