"You despicable wretch, I refuse to accept this, Han Yu!"
As Han Yu spoke, he suddenly unleashed a palm strike with full force.
Perhaps because fury and unwillingness raged in his heart, this palm strike—though also a forbidden martial art—carried far greater power than before.
It actually forced Chu Feng's Ancient Battle Sword back by sheer brute force.
"Han Yu, you underestimated your opponent. You have no one to blame but yourself. This battle—you truly lost." At that moment, Ma Changchun of Sacred Pill Manor spoke up.
As he spoke, a wave of oppressive pressure radiated from within his body, invisibly sealing off 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, those words came from your own mouth. Don't tell me you intend to renege?"
After Ma Changchun, many others from Sacred Pill Manor and Immortal Armament Manor began to speak up as well, their mocking voices ringing out one after another.
"Han Yu, you did lose."
Even the Clan Chief of the Ancient Snake Clan spoke in a casual, almost dismissive tone.
Though his words were the softest of all, their weight was unmistakably the greatest. After all, when one's status, position, and strength differed, so too did the weight of their words.
Under the pressure of everyone's reprimands, Han Yu felt heavily cornered. He knew full well that if he refused to admit defeat, things would not end well for him.
"Fine—I'll concede that I lost that exchange. Chu Feng, do you dare continue fighting me?" Han Yu shouted.
"'Concede'? You plainly lost." Chu Feng said with a smile.
"Cut the nonsense. I'm asking you—do you dare continue?"
Han Yu was seething with rage. It would have been one thing if he had truly been defeated by Chu Feng. But to have lost because of an idle boast he himself had made earlier—that was utterly humiliating.
However, Ma Changchun had already deployed his oppressive pressure to lock him down. He had no way to attack Chu Feng again. Even if he tried, the blow would never reach Chu Feng—it would be intercepted by Ma Changchun's pressure.
Unless Chu Feng agreed to continue the fight, he would have to swallow this bitter pill today.
"Why would he keep fighting you? You already lost." Li Xiang and the others taunted.
Even though Han Yu hadn't been beaten to the ground, a win was a win. The news would be good for Chu Feng and bad for Han Yu—today, Chu Feng had come out far ahead.
But if the fight continued, the outcome would be uncertain.
In their view, the battle was over. There was absolutely no reason for Chu Feng to keep fighting Han Yu. Ending things here was the best outcome.
"Fine. I'll continue fighting you—until you can't move."
But just then, Chu Feng suddenly spoke.
When everyone assumed he would refuse the challenge, Chu Feng accepted it.
"Brother Chu Feng, what are you doing?!"
Hearing this, Li Xiang and the two others were stunned, their eyes filled with disbelief and confusion.
It wasn't just the three of them. Many others present couldn't understand it either.
Chu Feng actually dared to continue fighting Han Yu?
But why?
What could he possibly gain from it?
Did Chu Feng truly have confidence that he could beat Han Yu?
With that thought, people began reassessing both Han Yu and Chu Feng.
When they looked more carefully at the two, they realized that at the very least, Chu Feng appeared to be in better condition than Han Yu at this moment.
However, people also noticed a serious problem—Chu Feng didn't seem to possess any Immortal Techniques.
But as they knew, the Immortal Techniques Han Yu commanded were certainly not 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 that he simply hadn't used yet?
With that thought, anticipation began to build even further.
What they were really looking forward to was seeing what Chu Feng would do. Because they knew that if Han Yu attacked again, he would undoubtedly use Immortal Techniques. But Chu Feng—what would he do in response?
"Ma Changchun, since young friend Chu Feng has agreed to continue the battle, why bother stopping him?"
Amid the growing anticipation, someone spoke up. They were no citizen of Yuwen City—they simply wanted to keep watching the show.
"Young friend Chu Feng, have you thought this through?" Ma Changchun asked, still somewhat worried.
"I thank you for your concern, Senior. But I want this Han Yu to lose with no room for doubt." Chu Feng cupped his fists and replied.