Upon hearing this, Yang Fanzhou's previously fair face became a spectacular sight, as though someone had smeared it freely with every imaginable pigment, its colors shifting unpredictably.
One moment it was black as ink, the next white as snow, then iron-gray, then fiery red... His bizarre complexion looked exactly like a brightly colored, utterly chaotic sketchbook.
"Pfft!"
A muffled sound rang out. Beside him, Yang Fanyuan could no longer endure the mockery and violently spat out a mouthful of blood, leaving a shocking pool on the ground.
He felt utterly disgraced and wished he could find a hole in the ground to crawl into and hide.
After all, this time they had truly failed to steal the chicken and lost their rice into the bargain!
The surrounding spectators, who never minded trouble getting worse, shot the two of them looks brimming with contempt and disdain.
Even their normally devoted young female and male admirers felt an indescribable flicker of doubt.
For Yang Fanzhou and Yang Fanyuan, it would have been one thing if just one of them had lost to their opponent once. But now they had suffered two successive defeats at the hands of the same obscure young disciple, undoubtedly dealing a heavy blow to both their reputations.
Still, Yang Fanzhou was a seasoned veteran with ample experience. His mind raced, and before long, he devised a way to respond.
Forcing down the bitterness in his heart, he plastered a smile across his face and said:
"Haha, Brother Ying, you must be joking. We were already seriously injured, so we really couldn't keep fighting.
"How could we compare to someone as spirited and energetic as you? I'm sure you'll easily beat that good-for-nothing who doesn't know how high the heavens are or how deep the earth runs until