"Did you hear that? Even the elders of the Ancient Snake Clan say you lost, and you still refuse to admit it. You're just a sore loser."
Li Xiang pointed at Yuwen Tingyi and said.
"Forget it, don't make things difficult for him." But just then, Chu Feng patted Li Xiang on the shoulder and said, "Since he can't handle losing, why must we push so hard? It was just a friendly spar. Let's not make things difficult for him."
"Bullshit! Who are you calling a sore loser?" Yuwen Tingyi pointed at Chu Feng and bellowed.
"If you could handle losing, why not honor the bet?" Chu Feng asked.
"You—" Yuwen Tingyi's eyes went wide with fury, his gaze filled with anger and menace.
However, Chu Feng wore a smile, utterly unaffected by Yuwen Tingyi's hostility.
He simply looked at Yuwen Tingyi, and though his gaze was perfectly gentle, it exerted an immense pressure on Yuwen Tingyi, making the latter feel utterly wretched.
"It's only a thousand slaps. I, Yuwen Tingyi, can afford to lose."
After saying this, Yuwen Tingyi raised his own palm and began striking his cheeks.
In an instant, the sound of slapping rang out again and again.
And Yuwen Tingyi was quite thorough about it — he struck with all his might, not only covering his own face in blood but even deforming it.
Seeing this, not only did Han Yu's expression darken, but Yuwen Hualong's face looked even worse.
Slapping himself in public was humiliating enough as it was.
What made it worse was that Yuwen Tingyi himself had been the one to propose the stakes.
It was the very definition of reaping what you sow, and the more Yuwen Hualong thought about it, the angrier he became.
"Brother Chu Feng, your skill in chess is remarkable. Would you be willing to play another game with me?"
At that moment, Yuwen Hualong stepped forward. Though his tone toward Chu Feng was calm and even, Chu Feng could see deep hatred and killing intent in his eyes. It wasn't mere resentment — this man truly wanted him dead.
"Are we still betting slaps?" Chu Feng asked.
"Of course, though the number will need to change," Yuwen Hualong said.
"How many?" Chu Feng asked.
"The loser will deliver ten thousand slaps to himself." Yuwen Hualong said each word with deliberate weight.
"Heavens, ten thousand slaps?" At this number, many people were shocked.
Yuwen Hualong's intentions were glaringly obvious — he was out to avenge Yuwen Tingyi.
"Brother Chu Feng, let's not compete with him," Li Xiang urged upon seeing the situation turn dangerous.
After all, in his eyes, Chu Feng had only narrowly defeated Yuwen Tingyi.
He feared that if Chu Feng faced Yuwen Hualong, he would lose.
It was common knowledge that Yuwen Hualong surpassed Yuwen Tingyi in both martial cultivation and the art of formations.
Since Chu Feng had only scraped by against Yuwen Tingyi, a match against Yuwen Hualong would surely end in certain defeat.
"Shut your mouth! I'm speaking to him, not to you!"
Yuwen Hualong flew into a rage. With a sweep of his wide sleeve, a burst of fierce wind swept outward, blasting Li Xiang flying.
Though he hadn't struck to kill or even used full force, his strength was simply too great — a sixth-grade True Immortal. How could Li Xiang possibly withstand it?
By the time Li Xiang hit the ground, he was unable to move or even speak. Mouthful after mouthful of blood sprayed from his lips — his injuries were far from light.
Seeing Li Xiang in this state, the two men from the Sacred Pill Manor rushed forward, producing medicinal pills for him to take while simultaneously treating his wounds.
Watching this scene, Chu Feng remained perfectly calm. He turned his head toward Yuwen Hualong and said, "Ten thousand slaps, was it?"
"That's right," Yuwen Hualong said.
"I, Chu Feng, am more than willing to play. However, I have one condition," Chu Feng said.
"Name it," Yuwen Hualong said.
"If you lose, you will not slap yourself," Chu Feng said.
"If I don't slap myself, then what do you propose?" Yuwen Hualong asked.
"If you lose to me, you will kneel before my brother and let him deliver ten thousand slaps to you." Chu Feng looked at Yuwen Hualong as he spoke.
His tone was perfectly calm, without a trace of anger, but his gaze was razor-sharp, fixed unblinkingly on Yuwen Hualong.