"Ahhh!" Pan Yue vomited, rolling on the ground, utterly wretched. The pain, coupled with this humiliation, was unbearable. Sun Sheng shook his fist, glanced at the writhing Pan Yue, and said calmly, "Pan Yue, whether it was the past me or the present me, I would never take someone like you seriously." "Pfft!" Pan Yue vomited again, this time from a surge of anger. This was the most humiliating day of his life, the most shameful he had ever experienced. He had the advantage in his fight with Sun Sheng, surpassing him by a large margin in both qigong skill and age. But he still lost… utterly defeated. At this moment, the scene fell silent. All eyes were fixed on Sun Sheng, this once-dead genius, the legendary cripple of Mu Feng City, who had suddenly made a name for himself today, jus
