"You despicable coward, I, Han Yu, refuse to accept this!"
As Han Yu spoke, he suddenly unleashed a devastating palm strike.
Perhaps because rage and unwillingness surged through his heart, this strike — though still a forbidden martial technique — carried far greater power than before.
It actually managed to force Chu Feng's Ancient Battle Sword back with sheer brute force.
"Han Yu, you underestimated your opponent. You have no one to blame but yourself. This battle, you have indeed lost." At that moment, Ma Changchun of the Holy Pill Mountain spoke up.
And as he spoke, a wave of oppressive might emanated from within his body, invisibly locking down the distance between Han Yu and Chu Feng.
What Ma Changchun intended was simple — he would not allow Han Yu to harm Chu Feng any further.
"Han Yu, you were the one who made those boasts earlier. Don't tell me you intend to go back on your word?"
After Ma Changchun, numerous others from both the Holy Pill Mountain and the Heavenly Armament Mountain spoke up one after another, their voices dripping with ridicule.
"Han Yu, you truly did lose."
Even the patriarch of the Ancient Snake Clan spoke in a nonchalant tone.
Though his words were the most softly spoken, it was clear they carried the greatest weight.
After all, when one's status, position, and strength differed, so did the weight of their words.
Facing the crowd's reproachful remarks, Han Yu felt immense pressure. He understood perfectly that if he refused to concede, things would not end well for him.
"Fine — I'll admit that I, Han Yu, lost that round. But Chu Feng, do you dare continue fighting me?!" Han Yu shouted.
"'That round'? You clearly lost outright," Chu Feng said with a smile.
"Cut the crap. I'm asking you — do you dare continue fighting me?!"
Han Yu was infuriated by Chu Feng. It would have been one thing if he had truly been defeated by Chu Feng's strength. But to have lost because of his own big mouth? That was absolutely humiliating.
However, with Ma Changchun's oppressive might sealing him in place, he had no way to continue attacking Chu Feng. Even if he struck, it would be blocked by Ma Changchun's pressure before it could reach its target.
Unless Chu Feng agreed to continue the fight, then… he would have no choice but to swallow this bitter pill.
"Why would he continue fighting you when you've already lost?" Li Xiang and the others chimed in with mockery.
It wasn't as though Han Yu had been knocked flat on the ground, but a win was a win. Word of this would reflect well on Chu Feng and poorly on Han Yu. Today, Chu Feng had come out far ahead.
But if they continued fighting, the outcome would be uncertain once more.
In their view, this battle was already over. There was absolutely no reason for Chu Feng to keep engaging Han Yu — ending things here was the best result.
"Fine. I'll continue fighting you — until you can't move a muscle."
But just then, Chu Feng spoke up suddenly.
In the moment when everyone believed he would refuse…
Chu Feng actually accepted.
"Brother Chu Feng, what are you—?!"
Hearing this, Li Xiang and the other two were struck dumb, their eyes filled with disbelief and confusion.
It wasn't just the three of them — many others present were equally perplexed.
Chu Feng actually dared to continue fighting Han Yu?
But why?
What benefit could that possibly bring him?
Could it be that Chu Feng truly had the confidence to defeat Han Yu?
With that thought, people began re-examining both Han Yu and Chu Feng.
When they looked more carefully at the two of them, they realized that at the very least, Chu Feng appeared to be in better condition than Han Yu at the moment.
However, they also noticed a serious problem — Chu Feng did not seem to have mastered any Immortal Techniques.
But as far as they knew, the Immortal Techniques Han Yu had at his disposal were far from limited to the ones he had just displayed.
If Chu Feng relied solely on that heaven-defying secret technique to endure, how long could he hold out?
Or perhaps Chu Feng actually possessed Immortal Techniques of his own and simply hadn't used them yet?
With that thought, their anticipation only grew.
What they were really looking forward to was seeing what Chu Feng would do.
Because they knew that if Han Yu continued fighting, he would certainly resort to Immortal Techniques again.
But Chu Feng — what would he do?
"Ma Changchun, since young friend Chu Feng has agreed to continue the battle, why must you intervene?"
In the midst of the growing anticipation, someone spoke up. It was not someone from Yuwen City — merely a bystander who wanted to keep watching the show.
"Young friend Chu Feng, are you absolutely certain?" Ma Changchun still harbored some concern, which was why he posed the question to Chu Feng.
"Senior, I thank you for your concern. But I want this Han Yu to accept his defeat with complete conviction," Chu Feng said, cupping his fists.