"You actually... crippled my cultivation?! You... how dare you?!"
Lin Ming slowly withdrew his fist, as though he had merely done something trivial. He looked at Yu Tianlong, his tone as calm as ever, without a trace of emotion:
"It was just a misunderstanding. Don't be angry."
"You..." Yu Tianlong trembled with rage, coughing up another mouthful of blood.
"You crippled my cultivation, and you still call it a misunderstanding?! Is Peak Martial Arts Hall... really this tyrannical?!"
"Tyrannical?" Lin Ming tilted his head slightly, as if pondering the meaning of the word.
"I merely sparred with you and stopped at the proper point. You were too weak and got injured by me. How can you blame me for being tyrannical?"
He was simply giving him a taste of his own medicine! Yu Tianlong had just used "sparring" and "misunderstanding" to brush off Martial Madman. Now Lin Ming returned those very same excuses to him!
"You... you're twisting logic!" Yu Tianlong was so furious that he could barely speak.
The powerful figures from all sides around them also gradually recovered from their shock. Their gazes upon Lin Ming were filled with anger and wariness.
"This is too much! Is Peak Martial Arts Hall really going to use its power to bully others?"
"That's right! The Yu Family head merely spoke a few honest words, and his cultivation was crippled! Is there no law left?"
"If he can cripple the Yu Family head today, will he find some excuse to cripple us tomorrow?!"
The crowd was indignant. They seemed to have forgotten how they had gloated and applauded when Yu Tianlong, with his Seventh-Tier cultivation, had oppressed Martial Madman.
Now, they only felt that Lin Ming and Peak Martial Arts Hall were far too tyrannical and unreasonable!
Lin Ming calmly swept