I Want to "Cultivate" with You

Zhong Wen's left foot was pressing on Nangong Lin's abdomen, while his right hand gripped the collar of Nangong Lin's clothes, lifting it. He stared at Nangong Lin's face, which was swollen and bruised like a pig's head, and asked with a cheeky smile, "Young Master Nangong, do you still want to fight?"

Nangong Lin's eyes were dim, and his heart was ashen. He had never imagined that he would end up in such a state. For a moment, he didn't know how to respond.

"Smack!"

Zhong Wen slapped him hard across the face. "Since you won't admit defeat, I guess I'll have to continue," he said with a wicked grin.

"Mm-mmm..." Nangong Lin's mouth was swollen and he couldn't speak, his speech was garbled, and he was in excruciating pain.

"What did you say? I can't hear you very clearly. It sounds like you're cursing me. Looks like we'll have to continue for another three hundred rounds." Zhong Wen gave him another slap on the face, making his nose run and his eyes teary.