On the Arena Challenge stage, Hong Sanquan's face was mottled blue and purple, his skin split in places. His injuries weren't that severe, really. Li Xiuwen had held back with every palm strike and kick.
But Hong couldn't keep fighting. His whole body screamed with pain, his muscles and bones felt torn apart, and he could barely move. Worse, Li Xiuwen had beaten his Martial Will to pieces.
He had become a second Chang San.
More than the physical wounds, the humiliation of being treated this way before everyone had struck at the heart of his spirit!
Hong Sanquan had been born into a wealthy family and raised practicing martial arts in the ivory tower of his family's Martial Arts Hall. Everyone had treated him with deference because of who he was. He had never suffered a blow this crushing.
Apart from special Secret Arts, Martial Will was usually tempered through a thousand hammer blows of battle and the hardships of life.
Stone could be broken, but its hardness could not be ground away!
A spoiled man-child like Hong Sanquan would never understand that.
He and Lu Yu were the same sort of person.
The crowd fell silent as cicadas in winter, staring at Hong Sanquan kneeling on the ground and begging Li Xiuwen for mercy. To think this was the son of the mighty Iron Wire Martial Arts Hall's master! His old arrogance, when he had called the wind and summoned the rain while collecting protection money everywhere, had vanished. Nothing remained but a wretched figure!
Li Xiuwen smiled. "Five times left."
Hong Sanquan's expression changed drastically. He looked toward the Iron Wire Society.
"Fatso, Senior Brother Wang Wu, please help me."
Fatso and Wang Wu exchanged a glance.
Wang Wu's anger was close to bursting into flame.
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