No wonder Lin Yifan couldn't help but mock him when he said those words initially, it turns out everything was fake, truly damn frustrating!

There's no cure for regret in the world, he was destined to pay a due price for his actions, just like his cousin who came to hit him, he had to give up familial love to have a chance to survive.

Young Master Liang admitted defeat, quietly closed his eyes, and waited for his cousin to punish him.

Looking at his disheartened cousin, Young Master Liang's cousin really couldn't bring himself to do it, after all, they had gotten along very well since childhood and were like close friends and brothers.

So, he whispered, "I'll pretend to hit you hard, remember to cooperate with me."

Young Master Liang, waiting for his punishment with his eyes closed, was overjoyed. He hadn't expected his cousin still to be the same, unwilling to hit him; then, he happily awaited his cousin's strikes.

"Ah!!! Die!"

The next moment, Young Master Liang's cousin's eyes were fierce, and with raging fury, he threw a punch at Young Master Liang, who was sitting in the wheelchair.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, Young Master Liang yelled in feigned pain, "Ah!!!"

He looked very much in agony.

The two of them played their parts so well that they could have won an Oscar for "Best Actor."

However, because their act was too "realistic," they ended up being struck by Lin Yifan's sword.

"Ah!"

This time, the one screaming was not Young Master Liang but his cousin.

His lower left leg was wounded by the Sword Qi unleashed by Lin Yifan, now bleeding profusely, a ghastly sight.

"Damn it! You think I'm an idiot? Is this how you hit someone? Is this how you scream? There's no emotion in it at all, how could anyone believe it? Hitting you until you bleed, that's real, looking at me in pain and screaming, that's really screaming, got it?" Lin Yifan said irritably, "Do it again!"

Young Master Liang's cousin was indignant, but he had even wet himself, how could he dare show disrespect now? Clearly, that was impossible.

So, he redirected all his anger towards Young Master Liang, ready to deliver a lethal blow.

Looking at those eyes full of fury, Young Master Liang trembled again, "Cousin! What… what are you doing? I... I'm your cousin, you… you can't kill… kill me!"

"Cousin, I'm sorry!"

After speaking, Young Master Liang's cousin closed his eyes and fiercely struck at Young Master Liang.

At this point, it was either Young Master Liang or him who would not make it, so for survival, he had no choice but to hit Young Master Liang.

Watching the fist as big as a casserole rapidly descending, Young Master Liang felt disheartened. He didn't know how much force was in the fist, he only knew that taking this punch would leave him either dead or crippled because this time, his cousin wasn't going to go easy on him.

"Alas! Self-inflicted, cannot live!"

Young Master Liang sighed, now, his heart was rapidly filling with regret.

If he hadn't been pretentious, he wouldn't have fallen so low; if he hadn't sought revenge, he wouldn't be in this situation; thus, everything was his own fault, no one else to blame.

The next moment, the cousin's fist smashed into Master Liang's stomach.

Instantly, Master Liang felt something surge from his stomach to his throat, and then he couldn't help but vomit it out.

"Puh!!!"

This thing was a mouthful of blood. It was the result of immense compression; the blood was forced from the stomach into the belly and then expelled through the mouth. The process was extremely brief, taking only a second to complete.

After vomiting blood, Master Liang finally caught his breath; only then did he truly understand what real pain felt like, what it meant to be on the brink of death.

Now, his slightly recovered body deteriorated again, uncertain if it could hold on any longer.

The blood splattered onto his cousin's face, staining it red and piercing his cousin's heart with pain.

There was a time when he adored this younger cousin so much, yet now, he had severely injured the cousin he loved, which was the ultimate irony.

However, he still held back some strength; otherwise, Master Liang would have been dead long ago.

"Clap, clap, clap!"

After a punch, loud applause echoed from afar; but to the ears, why did it sound so mocking?

The applause came from Lin Yifan, who, seeing such an exciting performance, as both a spectator and the director, could not help but applaud enthusiastically.

"Bravo! Spectacular! It brought tears to my eyes! Well done, keep it up, you might win an Oscar for Best Actor."

"Puh!!"

Master Liang's cousin felt like vomiting blood. Damn it, who wants an Oscar for Best Actor? I'm already so heartbroken, I don't know how to explain this to my uncle's family.

"In acting, the most important thing is 'truth'! As long as you portray it truthfully, you naturally touch the audience. Just like now, you have deeply impressed me! To be able to strike your seriously injured cousin, kudos, truly kudos."

Lin Yifan was again "full of praise," extremely admiring.

"Damn it!"

Hearing these mocking words, Master Liang's cousin clenched his fists, gritted his teeth; the veins on his arms bulged like thunder. The rage in his heart was like steam in a pressure cooker, suppressed everywhere, causing his entire body to tremble.

He was mad, truly driven mad; if it weren't for a trace of sanity in his mind, he would have charged at Lin Yifan like an arrow released from its bow, ready to stab Lin Yifan to death.

"Why are you trembling? Is it that scary to injure someone badly?" Lin Yifan mocked coldly, pretending to be puzzled.

He wanted to see to what extent Master Liang's cousin could endure since he himself couldn't endure it.

"Damn it, if this person were a stranger, would I need to tremble? Besides, this is not fear, it is anger! Understand? You dead dog!" Master Liang's cousin roared internally, cursing Lin Yifan and his ancestors. Clearly, he was extremely angry.

However, in reality, he dared not speak these angry words aloud; otherwise, everything he had done and the pain his cousin had suffered would have been in vain.

Seeing that Master Liang's cousin was still trembling and not speaking, Lin Yifan felt it was enough; if things escalated further, it could lead to a death, and an extraordinary one at that: a man could be literally angered to death in broad daylight, too horrible to witness.

So, with a cold laugh, Lin Yifan nonchalantly said, "Get lost! Get as far away as possible, and don't let me see you again."

He had been waiting desperately for this moment. Then, Master Liang's cousin lowered his fists, let out a breath; he immediately had people take away his cousin who was at death's door, and he himself left with injuries all over, utterly humiliated.

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