"Sigh..."
Li Nuo sat down on a chair with a thud, taking a long breath of relief.
With his frail body, that amount of exercise was already rather substantial for him.
Li Yuan had been beaten by him to the point of being unrecognizable, and had even fainted.
A martial artist in the Body Shaping Realm has an extraordinary ability to withstand blows, but their endurance is not limitless.
They would still feel pain when hit, it's just that their tolerance is slightly stronger.
But once Li Yuan managed to cultivate his Inner Breath, someone ordinary like Li Nuo, without using a weapon, wouldn't be a threat to him at all.
A punch from Nuo would only hurt himself.
After venting his emotions, Nuo felt incredibly refreshed.
No wonder those wastrel disciples were so arrogant.
Because being arrogant truly felt good.
Only now did he fully understand the joy of being such a scion.
