Long Xiaoyao stood quietly where he was, staring expressionlessly at the ground as though there were some treasure lying there.
In truth, the turmoil of his blood qi and the trembling of his internal organs had simply left Long Xiaoyao punched into silence.
He was merely keeping his mouth shut and playing the master to maintain his dignity as a rank ninety-nine Limit Douluo before a group of juniors, including Xuan Zi.
Long Xiaoyao controlled his soul power to steady his surging blood qi and the five internal organs Chen Ping's punch had knocked out of place. A full dozen seconds passed before he let out a long, heavy breath, forcibly suppressing the rampaging blood qi within him.
"You brat..."
Long Xiaoyao seemed furious, yet he could not vent his anger directly at Chen Ping. The sickening feeling inside him was like agreeing to eat some deep-fried silkworm pupae, only to discover afterward that he had eaten flies-and worse, the flies had not even been fried. Who could stomach that?
"Elder Long, your divine prowess truly surpasses the world, unrivaled under heaven. My paltry display just now must have made you laugh."
Chen Ping cupped his fists toward Long Xiaoyao. "Thank you for showing mercy, Senior. Out of consideration for Elder Mu, you favored this junior, allowing me to win by a move or half through sheer luck. I'm moved to tears by your kindness, and I will engrave it upon my very heart!"
Chen Ping naturally understood that once he had secured the substance, he had to let the other party keep his face. He would not pocket an advantage and then flaunt his innocence. Instead, he summed up everything that had just happened as Long Xiaoyao deliberately going easy on him, which was why his punch had sent