"Fang Lin! Stop it now!" Lu Jiuhe yelled out.
Upon hearing this, Fang Lin, reluctantly, had to stop his attack, landing a couple more punches on Kang Lu before he did.
Lu Jiuhe's mouth twitched in irritation. He had already asked Fang Lin to stop, and yet Fang Lin landed two more punches on Kang Lu. Was this not going overboard?
By now, Kang Lu was sprawled on the ground, unable to get up. His entire body was bruised from Fang Lin's assault, his swollen face bearing the most obvious marks. One eye was red and the other was purple. Even those who knew Kang Lu well might not be able to recognize him at a glance.
However, Kang Lu hadn't lost consciousness. His swollen eyes were glaring at Fang Lin with pure resentfulness.
Inside, Kang Lu was devastated. The fact that he could lose to Fang Lin, who had just joined the sect a year ago, was hard to swallow.
