"Ah!" And so, after a miserable scream, Long Wei just turned tail and ran, vanishing in a flash.
Although in his bout with Ye Feng he hadn't taken any real damage, the humiliation was brutal, leaving him utterly disgraced here.
"This kid really can't take a beating, he's already running? I haven't even warmed up yet." Seeing this, Ye Feng helplessly shook his head, feeling that lonely, "being invincible is really boring" vibe.
"He got beaten into running already? I think I just saw him get beaten into crying?"
"Say no more, if it were you up there, you'd be crying too."
"Exactly, right? Even if he wasn't actually hurt, getting slapped in the face over and over, sent flying that far again and again—who could take that? Let alone someone like him."
"Tragic! Truly tragic, what a miserable Celestial Pride."
"His strength is still impossibly deep; that title of 'Number One Celestial Pride of All Ages' really does fit him perfectly!"
