Luo Feng's fight with Wang Wei was fierce. Physically, Luo Feng was stronger than Wang Wei, but in terms of experience, Wang Wei had the upper hand.
As his stamina dropped, Luo Feng was clearly at a disadvantage. The bruises and bloodstains on his face only excited Wang Wei further, whose movements became even faster as he cursed.
Soon Luo Feng could only defend without the strength to counterattack. Remembering the fleeting disappointment he had seen on his sister's face, Luo Feng gritted his teeth, his face red with effort, refusing to utter a cry of pain.
Ye'er watched with a furrowed brow; Luo Feng was fighting like a foolishly honorable man—no strikes to the face, neck, or chest—whereas Wang Wei hit wherever he could. How could her foolish brother gain any advantage this way?
