Yan lay on the ground, his entire body wracked with pain. Both his arms and legs were badly burned, and he could barely move. He raised his head and looked at Ning Xiaochun's smiling face, his eyes filled with fear and humiliation.
"You... What kind of demonic weapon did you use?!" Yan's voice trembled.
"A demonic weapon?" Ning Xiaochun scoffed. "It's called a Soul Tool. What an ignorant fool."
He crouched down and looked at Yan's face, twisted with pain and humiliation. Suddenly, he grinned, revealing a row of white teeth. "But since you were so arrogant just now, wouldn't it make me seem terribly rude if I didn't 'repay' you properly?"
With that, he swung his fist and slammed it into Yan's face!
"This one's for insulting Bing'er!"
Thud!
Another punch!
"This one's for insulting my dad!"
Thud!
One more punch!
"This one's for insulting the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!"
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Ning Xiaochun's fists landed hard, every blow thudding solidly into Yan's body!
Though he was a Support System Soul Master, he was still a Five-Ring Soul King. His physical strength far surpassed that of ordinary people, and he was naturally quite strong. After a few punches, Yan's face was already swollen and bruised, and he was screaming in agony.
"Stop! Stop hitting me! I was wrong! I surrender! I surrender!" Yan finally couldn't take it anymore and began to beg for mercy.
Ning Xiaochun acted as if he hadn't heard and kept swinging.
"Spare me! Please, spare me! I'll never do it again!" Yan's voice had taken on a sobbing edge.
Ning Xiaochun still didn't stop.
At last, Yan's eyes rolled back, and he passed out—though no one could tell whether he was really unconscious or only pretending.
Only then did Ning Xiaochun stand up.