Pang Feng's strikes were measured. Miao Qifang was beaten until his nose was blue and his face swollen, with blood streaming down, but his life was not in danger. He looked as wretched as a dead dog, yet his injuries were not severe.
After a series of slaps, Pang Feng finally stopped. Miao Qifang felt like those few minutes had been spent in hell.
Only when Pang Feng ceased did he feel as if he had returned from hell to the world of the living. Those brief minutes had been too painful for him, filled with suffering and despair like he'd never experienced before in his life. The awfulness was indescribable.
Having endured the ordeal, his inner confidence completely collapsed. With his current state, wretched like a dog that has lost its home, where was the imposing presence and dignity of the Martial Arts Club president?
