Cang Yi's chest was struck by a punch from Mingxiu, and he felt as if all the bones in his body had shattered. His body flew backwards, but at that moment, a hand caught him from the air and gently placed him on the ground. Then, patting his shoulder, the person praised him, "Not bad, not bad, I didn't expect you to be so resilient. But don't be so foolish next time. Knowing you can't win and still getting beat up—do you think your senior brother would show mercy and spare these people if you died? What you're showing isn't backbone; it's foolhardiness."
Chen Feng slapped Cang Yi's back, instantly dispelling the chaotic energy within his body. With a gentle force, he flung Cang Yi onto a chair before walking out lazily.
Mingxiu roared, his bones cracking, and then he pounced like a jungle tiger, leaping into the air. His fists glowed faintly as he attacked Chen Feng.
"Tiger Fist? Interesting."
