My fist stopped right at the tip of Murong Fu's nose, falling short by just a hair's breadth from knocking him down. He closed his eyes tightly, appearing to have given up resistance as he awaited my final blow. Yet I could not strike again—not out of a sudden softening of heart, but because the power within me was already like a guttering candle in the wind, flickering on the verge of extinction.
My breathing grew ragged, sweat soaked through my clothes, and the scene before my eyes began to blur. I knew I had reached my limit. Murong Fu slowly opened his eyes, and seeing that I had stopped, a flash of astonishment crossed his face, instantly replaced by a contemptuous smirk. "At the end of your tether, yet you still dare to put on airs before me!"
The moment his voice fell, a furious roar suddenly erupted from the crowd: "Stop right there!"
Chapter 116