Since even the bystanders had seen it clearly, those involved naturally understood it even better.
With the match having reached this point, Yuan Kong knew perfectly well. Between their exchanged punches and palms, the weakness in Zhang Xiaohua's fists and the sluggishness of his footwork all showed that the Zhang Xiaohua before him was like a grasshopper after autumn—he could not leap about much longer.
Yuan Kong could not help developing a playful mood. If he could toy with him a few more times on the arena, Great Forest Temple could recover a few more points of the face it had lost.
Faced with Yuan Kong's many pointless moves, Zhang Xiaohua was helpless as well. A punch landed on his body, or a kick struck his shoulder, yet neither carried any force. They neither hurt nor itched. It would have been better to simply kick him off the arena.
Angrily, Zhang Xiaohua edged toward the side of the arena, but Yuan Kong blocked him outright and forced him back to the center. Even if Zhang Xiaohua wanted to jump down himself, he could not do so now.
Zhang Xiaohua sighed mournfully from the bottom of his heart. So this was the legendary cat playing with a mouse?
Yuan Kong's conduct immediately drew a wave of boos from one side beneath the arena. Everyone began discussing it. A scholar could be killed but not humiliated, yet he would not even let the man commit suicide and go home. Great Forest Temple was being rather... vindictive, was it not?
How much laughter, how much sorrow.
The people of Great Forest Temple watched everything happening on the arena with beaming smiles. Monk Chang Geng even revealed a rare smile, stroking his grizzled triangular beard with his left hand and nodding repeatedly, looking very