Bai Yi was overwhelmed with joy.
"You little punk, your pathetic cultivation technique is so weak, it's not even fun for me to toy with you."
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Bai Yi accelerated his attacks, delivering several rapid and ruthless punches to Chu Yi's chest.
Each punch landed with a sharp, piercing "pupupupu" sound.
Chu Ruolin, who was watching from the sidelines, felt her heart shatter with each blow.
"You little punk, admit defeat! I'm telling you to surrender!"
By now, Chu Ruolin couldn't care less about her dignity. She only had one wish at this moment: for Chu Yi not to be injured too severely—or, more importantly, not to be killed.
Oh no, no, no—being injured was fine, just as long as he wasn't killed.
The cunning old fox, Cheng Kun, his intentions were clear as day; he wanted Chu Yi to die right here on the Battle Platform.
That damned Chu Yi! Despite repeated warnings, why was his competitive spirit so strong?
