Under Urouge's onslaught, Zhang Yun's rather handsome face quickly became a patchwork of bruises.
Even when Zhang Yun tried to defend or counterattack, there was little he could do against Urouge, who had no fear of injury and would willingly take a sword strike to land a punch on his face.
He could only watch his handsome face grow increasingly battered.
And because of Urouge's Fruit Ability, his strength kept rising, his punches growing heavier. Sometimes, a full-force punch even left Zhang Yun dizzy and seeing stars.
Many spectators could not help sympathizing with Zhang Yun. What kind of grudge warranted such a vicious beating? Urouge's petty nature left a deep impression on many of them.
In the stands, Zhang Liang, Zhu Feng, and the other young people from the Flower Country could not help clenching their fists. If interfering with the match had not been forbidden, someone might well have charged onto the arena to teach Urouge a lesson.
Eventually, even the referees, Long Yun and Aishier, could no longer bear to watch. They flew over to Urouge and gave him a warning. Only then did Urouge abandon his revenge against Zhang Yun and truly begin fighting seriously.
His fists no longer targeted Zhang Yun's face alone. Apart from one particular area, he treated everything equally. Clearly, Urouge had not gone too far and was still exercising some restraint.
Of course, it was only some restraint. By the time the match ended, Zhang Yun barely had an uninjured patch of flesh left. Those injuries had not come from weapon cuts, either, but from Urouge pounding him with his fists, punch after punch.
Poor kid! Lind could not help thinking as he looked at the battered Zhang Yun. Today had thoroughly nailed Zhang Yun to the pillar of shame.
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