บท 56: Berserk

"Pom!" The thin youth landed heavily on the ground before spitting out another mouthful of blood.

He painstakingly tried to sit up and looked at Zhuo Feiyang in utter disbelief.

The Yi Public House had always prohibited personal duels. A lighter punishment being rank demotion, while a heavier penalty would be banishment from the house. It was puzzling that Zhuo Feiyang would make such a move, especially under the scrutiny of a large crowd. Was he not afraid of the consequences?

Zhuo Feiyang sneered. "You're just a piece of trash, and you dare to say such words. Do you think you're Chu Li?"

The crowd was fuming.

Martial arts was number one. Those who practiced martial arts were often hot-blooded, and took wins or losses very seriously. Every one of them strived to be the best of the best, and that attitude was carved in their blood. This would never change.