"Run!"
"Why aren't you running?"
Wang Yuan roared, feeling a surge of triumph. Finally, the Qingmen people were in a tight spot.
Li Wei, enduring the pain in his mouth, trembled and said, "Wang... Wang Yuan, let's talk this out!"
"I know you're a man of standing, you wouldn't do something like a sneak attack!"
He heaped immense praise on Wang Yuan.
Unfortunately, Wang Yuan wasn't buying it. He spat back irritably, "Stop spewing nonsense, I won't fall for your tricks!"
"You..." Li Wei was so taken aback, he couldn't speak.
He was furious.
Gritting his teeth.
Taking a deep breath, trying to calm down.
Li Qing spoke up, "Brother Wang, we are all martial artists in the jianghu, we should stop and talk properly!"
It had to be said, these Qingmen father and son had pushed shamelessness to its absolute limit, and even surpassed it.
Wang Zhan roared, "When you attacked my son, did you ever consider how disgusting those methods were?"
Li Qing, hearing this, found himself unable to respond and his face paled. "You... you don't get worked up, we'll apologize to you, how about that?"
In this situation, he knew how to bend.
Of course, only by doing so could he avoid physical suffering.
Wang Zhan sneered coldly, "You old scoundrel, you're truly shameless, saying anything for your own ends!"
Li Qing had no choice; all he could do now was yield.
As the saying goes, one must bow when it's time to bow.
Doing so was not shameful.
Instead, it was a wise choice.
Li Qing added, "Brother Wang, to be frank, I am already injured. If you continue to attack, it would be an unfair victory!"
"Look..."
It had to be said, he was putting on quite a show.
Wang Yuan spat coldly, "You truly have pushed shamelessness to its extreme!"
Li Qing said, "Nephew, you are a young talent, the future hope of the Tianlang Sect. Whatever the issue, let's have a good chat, shall we?"
Hearing this, Wang Yuan could no longer hold back his anger and spat out, "Shut your damned mouth!"
"Just hearing you speak makes me sick!"
He couldn't help it and charged forward.
He unleashed his fists.
These fists contained internal energy attacks. Li Qing felt them and tried to gather his own internal energy, but at that very moment, a searing pain, like a knife cut, spread through his body...
Instantly, his internal energy failed to materialize. Instead, he was struck and sent flying back in disarray.
With a thud, he crashed heavily onto the ground.
Li Wei saw this and was also enraged, "You bastard, you dare hit my father, I'll kill you!"
However, his heart-wrenching roar now solved nothing.
On the contrary, it only provoked his opponent.
Wang Yuan struck again, fist after fist, brutally hitting Li Wei's face. In an instant, old wounds and new ones converged.
It was pure agony.
Before long, Li Wei's facial injuries worsened.
Bruised and swollen, his face puffed up like a pig's head, a truly pathetic sight.
"Don't... don't hit me anymore, please!"
"I know I was wrong!"
"Okay!"
"I'll apologize to you!"
Wang Yuan didn't stop, continuing to hit him ferociously, with unusual brutality.
Li Wei was now utterly bewildered, his head buzzing. "I... I'm sorry, I truly know I was wrong. Please, stop hitting me. If you hit me again, someone will die. We are both martial artists, can't you show some restraint?"
Begging and pleading, Li