Another woman approached, smiling, "Brother Xia, why be so petty? If we can defeat Li Tianqing, wouldn't that also help vent your anger?"
Her name was Cui Xingcai, a descendant of the Cui Family and an exceedingly formidable woman.
Cui Xingcai closely examined Xia Tianjie's wounds, frowning slightly, "How could every blow avoid the vital points?"
Jiang Baoyi came to their side, observing the wounds with interest, "Li Tianqing must have held back a lot."
Other heirs of the families crowded around Xia Tianjie, lifting his clothes to inspect the wounds, chattering among themselves.
Xia Tianjie was mortified, thinking, "Would it be better if I just fainted now?"
He tried for a while but still couldn't pass out.
Chen Shi's voice came from a short distance away, "I, Li Tianqing, have no ultimate technique; any technique in my hands is ultimate. Whatever technique works, I'll use it. Studying him is of no use to you."
