CHAPTER 92: THE FEELING AFTER GETTING BEATEN UP 92 TIMES

Every punch thrown, Yuan Tianbo’s body would be sent flying, but before he could truly take off, he’d be smacked back down by an even quicker kick. As a result, in the eyes of onlookers, Eldest Young Master Yuan resembled a rubber ball, bouncing miraculously in place.

Zirong, like a ghost, circled around Yuan Tianbo, striking infrequently. Yet, each punch and kick was targeted mercilessly below the belt, which was utterly devious and brutal. It was hard to imagine how, with the other party bouncing around like a rubber ball, and with no pattern to it, he still managed to precisely hit below the belt so accurately.

The most infuriating part was that, as this guy struck his blows, he’d also shout anxiously, "Hey, don’t move around so much, I really don’t want to leave you childless. Just stay still and let me kick a few times, it’s hard not to miss and hit the wrong spot when you’re moving like that."

Thus, amid his anxious shouting, Yuan Tianbo continued to endure inhumane blows below the belt.

"That’s so shameless, there are actually people this shameless in the world." In the auction house, the crowd watched Zirong with contempt, all instinctively crossing their legs.

"Aooh..." Mu Nan let out an excited growl, like a wicked wolf that had been repressed for who knew how long, and fiercely joined in with a couple of kicks.

Generally speaking, the Mu Family’s upbringing was quite strict; Mu Nan, although lively and unrestrained by nature, wasn’t as much of a playboy as Mu Hanyan. He had never seen such a scene before and was suddenly swept up in the fervor of the moment.

Amidst the crackling sounds of punches and kicks, Eldest Young Master Yuan finally let out a pig-like scream. Actually, he had wanted to scream earlier, but the punch he had taken from Mu Hanyan nearly knocked him out. It was only now, amidst their beating, that he managed to catch his breath.

The movements of Mu Hanyan and others were swift, and their coordination was flawless. It was only then that Yuan Tianbo’s henchmen snapped out of their daze. Staring open-mouthed at the scene, they wanted to come to the rescue. But seeing Yuan Tianbo curled up and bouncing like a rubber ball, his face unfortunate enough to have turned into a pig’s head, they hesitated, not daring to step forward.

They were self-aware; seeing Huayue and Zirong’s moves, they knew they were far inferior. Even though Huayue and Zirong were just third-tier swordsmen right now, they were still much stronger than these flatterers who borrowed others’ authority. They knew charging in would only result in getting beaten up themselves.

Yuan Tianbo’s screams continued, sounding so pitiful that onlookers felt their hearts ache and listeners shed tears. Knowing full well the kind of person he was, they couldn’t help feeling a shred of sympathy for him.

"Stop... stop..." Yuan Tianbo screamed, finally catching his breath, trying to beg for mercy.

"Pay attention when you’re learning. No interruptions. Share your thoughts later, or write them down." Mu Hanyan kicked him in the throat, cleverly blocking his airway and preventing him from making a sound. Yet, the force she used was not enough for anyone to gauge her true strength.

She remembered her father’s advice: to hide her abilities whenever possible. The longer she could maintain the facade, the deeper her strength would grow, which meant another layer of protection. The tragic end of her and her family in her previous life made her dare not take any chances.

I’m so freaking mad... Yuan Tianbo was infuriated. Others write reflections; what should he write? A beating reflection? No, a ’getting beaten’ reflection? Spit! What was he even thinking about at a time like this? Mother, help!