Although Mr. Zhu dressed in a rather unconventional way, he was undeniably handsome and carried grace and elegance with him. He was generally known to be a mysterious man who had lived in seclusion for many years. An hour into the fight and his image was completely ruined. His hair was in a mess; in fact, most were missing. One side of his face was swollen. His robes were punched with holes. Also, a part of his leg was fractured.
He wanted to curse so badly to vent his anger, but any slight distraction would pepper his body under the burst of Di Fuyi's continuous strikes, so he decided to focus on the fight instead. Finally, he noticed that Di Fuyi slowed down. Perhaps he had had enough revenge.