In the blink of an eye, all five young masters had already fought hard against Qin Fen. Everyone's hands and feet were sore and in pain, and their chests were filled with boiling blood. They felt like someone had hammered them fiercely in the chest with a huge wooden hammer; the pain was unbearable to the point where they felt like they were about to vomit blood.
Qin Fen returned to his initial posture that invited others to challenge him while he stood at the peak. He stood upright at his position, stretching out his ten fingers, clenching them, stretching them, then clenching them again repeatedly. The tanned skin on his right arm that was filled with veins now had a hint of redness within the darkness. It wasn't the usual blush of a normal person, but a red that was like from a piece of meat that was grilled after being thrown into a fire pit.
