116: Don't you want to admit defeat? You can admit defeat now.

"Bang!"

As Ning Shujie circled behind Feng Zhi, just about to attack him, he found Feng Zhi suddenly turning around. With a fist imbued with abundant vital energy, he struck Ning Shujie's shoulder.

Ning Shujie was knocked back several steps and fell to the ground.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough to scramble back up, otherwise Feng Zhi's next punch would have landed directly on his face.

"A Jade Talisman of this quality is considered a trump card? No wonder you're always jealous of me; turns out you really don't have the money to buy better Jade Talismans," Feng Zhi said coldly.

"Feng! Zhi!"

Ning Shujie was thoroughly enraged this time. He hadn't expected Feng Zhi to be so difficult to deal with. It seemed he couldn't win without using his ultimate move.

He reached into his storage pouch, and a bottle of potion appeared in his hand.

"What is that?"

Someone in the audience saw it and asked the person next to him.

"I can't see clearly; it looks like some kind of potion."

"Ah, I know this! It's that kind of potion that can temporarily boost one's strength!"

"Huh? Isn't that against the rules?"

"I don't know; let's see what the referee says."

"He's actually using that..." Wang Yi frowned, also a little worried for Feng Zhi.

If it relied solely on their true strength, Feng Zhi would definitely win. But with Ning Shujie using that potion, the final outcome was truly hard to say.

"Feng Zhi, you just wait for me. There's no way Ning Shujie will lose to you!"

On stage, Ning Shujie forcefully pulled the stopper from the potion bottle and drank the potion in one gulp.

The referee did not call a stop, meaning that this potion was allowed.

"Do you think I'll give you that chance?"

After Ning Shujie drank the potion, Feng Zhi remained unhurried. Don't assume that only Ning Shujie had trump cards; he had them too.

A Jade Talisman of even better quality than Ning Shujie's just now appeared in Feng Zhi's hand. After using it, Feng Zhi's speed also increased significantly. Coupled with his keen perception, even Ning Shujie, who had forcefully boosted his strength, couldn't do anything to him.

So the audience saw that even after drinking the potion, Ning Shujie was surprisingly unable to gain the upper hand in this match.

Feng Zhi, relying on his incredibly fast speed and accurate predictions, successfully controlled Ning Shujie.

Ning Shujie tried several moves but couldn't even touch Feng Zhi's clothes.

"How, how is this possible??"

Ning Shujie's state of mind now was like a flower growing on a cliff, with the wind blowing unbridled. This flower was incredibly fragile, and it could be blown into the abyss at any second.

"You..." Ning Shujie's eyes widened. It was only at this moment that he truly realized the gap between himself and Feng Zhi.

Feng Zhi's strength was actually so much higher than his!

Even drinking the potion couldn't make up for it.

And this potion could only last for half a minute. Now that half a minute had passed, he had already lost his best opportunity.

He knew he definitely couldn't win, so before Feng Zhi even rushed over, he quickly shouted, "Referee, I surrender..."

"Don't be in such a hurry to surrender."

Feng Zhi's speed was too fast. Before Ning Shujie could finish his sentence, Feng Zhi arrived in front of him and slapped him across the face, knocking the word "surrender" back down his throat.

Ning Shujie was directly stunned by Feng Zhi's slap.

"You..."

"'You' what? That's what you get for always being sarcastic to me, for having a dirty mouth!"

Feng Zhi usually only acted like a pushover, but in reality, he was not a true pushover who could be easily bullied.

He had endured Ning Shujie for long enough.

It just so happened that Ning Shujie himself proposed to go to the Martial Arts Arena today, so how could he let go of this good opportunity?

Beating a fallen dog was something he had to do today.

At this moment, everyone in the audience was also stunned; their expressions were identical to Ning Shujie's.

Confused, just very confused.

Only Wang Yi laughed heartily: "It seems Feng Zhi has really endured for a long time!"

On stage.

"You wanted to surrender just now, right? Why surrender? Aren't you very powerful, don't you think you're better than me in every way?"

Ning Shujie was knocked to the ground by Feng Zhi's punch. Feng Zhi didn't give him a chance to speak, immediately stepping on Ning Shujie's mouth with his foot.

"Mmm... mmm mmm..." Ning Shujie tried to speak but couldn't.

The match could end as soon as one of the two parties surrendered.

But in this situation, the referee didn't even know whether he should intervene.

Although Ning Shujie had indeed wanted to surrender just now, he had truly not finished speaking!

He had only called out to the referee and said, "I surrender."

Surrender what? Surrender the match, or surrender to a beating?

Never mind, he wouldn't bother. Since the life-and-death contract had already been signed, even if Feng Zhi beat Ning Shujie to death, it had nothing to do with him as the referee.

"Will you dare to be so foul-mouthed again in the future? If you dare to cause trouble again, I don't mind teaching you another lesson!"

Feng Zhi attached vital energy to his limbs and punched and kicked Ning Shujie, who was lying on the ground.

Mostly superficial injuries, but extremely humiliating.

"Ah! I surrender..."

As soon as he thought of surrendering, Feng Zhi stepped on his mouth.

So, in the end, Ning Shujie, who was beaten defenselessly, could only shriek and wail, unable to utter a complete sentence.

Only when Feng Zhi got tired did he let him go: "Didn't you want to surrender? You can surrender now."

Ning Shujie: "..."

Audience: "..."

Referee: "..."

Anyway, the match could finally end.

"Why aren't you speaking now? Weren't you just shouting with your mouth open?" Feng Zhi saw that Ning Shujie wasn't surrendering now, so he clenched his fist again, planning to hit him one more time.

"I surrender! I surrender!" Ning Shujie quickly shouted.

The referee was finally able to intervene.

"Alright, this spar ends here. Feng Zhi wins."

The referee immediately walked onto the stage and announced the final winner.

Feng Zhi smiled and bowed to the audience. This match also made him realize his true strength, which he could better utilize when hunting in the forest in the future.

Ning Shujie lay on the ground, his heart like dead ashes.

He had always believed that Feng Zhi was not stronger than him in any way, and that he was only by Wang Yi's side because Feng Zhi was subservient enough.

But now, he knew he was wrong.

Terribly wrong.

How was Feng Zhi not stronger than him?

His strength, his cultivation, in every aspect, he trampled Ning Shujie underfoot!

He had originally thought this spar would effectively dampen Feng Zhi's spirit, but instead, he tried to steal a chicken and lost a handful of rice, losing his own face.

The people in the audience were all people he saw daily.

How could he face anyone again after being beaten so badly by Feng Zhi today?

So, without waiting for the person in charge to find someone to treat his injuries, he propped himself up against a pillar and limped away.

Meanwhile, Feng Zhi not only won this spar, vindicating his strength, but also received the Martial Arts Arena's winning reward: five hundred low-grade spirit stones.