"Brother! Why do you have to do this?"

Lin Yifei watched, her heart aching too.

Lin Yifan was too relentless, beyond her imagination, and this was something she found hard to accept.

Blood smeared across the floor, yet Lin Yifan kept spinning, not stopping.

Logically, he could have stopped spinning, but he wanted to challenge his limits, to see just how many turns he could make; after all, he had an elixir for healing, so these superficial injuries could be quickly treated.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"

It was not until the tenth revolution that Lin Yifan finally stopped.

This had already broken the world record. Even those top breakdancers couldn't make as many turns on a smooth floor with a single elbow spin, so Lin Yifan surpassed them all, standing at the peak of this extremely difficult move.

After he stopped spinning, the foot that had been pointing straight up was brought down, and he returned to a normal standing position.

He lifted his elbow, which was burning with pain, to inspect the damage.

On his elbow, a large patch of skin had been worn away, still oozing fresh blood intermittently, a horrifying sight.

Looking at this scene, everyone trembled inside, not expecting that the price to pay for a cool move would be so ghastly, truly terrifying.

"Is it worth it to go to such lengths just to win a competition?" some people in the crowd wondered, not understanding Lin Yifan's self-destructive behavior.

"Perhaps he's doing this to earn his opponent's respect," someone answered thoughtfully.

On the other side, looking at the bloody wound on Lin Yifan's elbow, Brother Ba conceded defeat wholeheartedly.

Lin Yifan, without using Cultivation Power, had spun ten turns and broken the world record, which made him feel utterly ashamed.

Now, he no longer had the face to be arrogant and haughty in front of Lin Yifan.

Having been defeated in his own strongest domain, you are thoroughly vanquished, with nothing left to boast about.

Now, what he feared most was the punishment after the competition.

Eating shit on a live stream was something he absolutely wouldn't do; so he had to see if there was any room for negotiation in the end.

After all, this was a contest with a huge gap in strength, where the power always lay in the hands of the other party; whether you win or lose, you are still the loser. That's the world of the powerful, unless you can beat Lin Yifan and take all control into your own hands.

The minions of the Overlord Gang also felt an uneasy premonition; although this was a magnificent peak showdown, exciting and stirring, the end of the competition was marked with a severe punishment, and they dearly hoped that this grave punishment wouldn't fall upon their heads, for the consequences would be unthinkable.

On the other side, seeing Lin Yifan's ghastly wounds, Zhou Jiajia and the others couldn't hold back any longer and completely broke down.

The next moment, they jumped down from the floral platform, rushing straight to the center of the field.

Due to the dense crowd, making the space impenetrable, they needed Xiaofang to clear the way in the front for them to get into the dance battle arena.

Seeing four women as beautiful as Heavenly Immortals crying and pushing their way through from the outside, the surrounding crowd grew curious, wondering who these women were.

"Excuse me! Please let us through!"

Xiaofang, while using Cultivation Power to part the people blocking the way, also protected Zhou Jiajia and the others, ensuring their safety from any inappropriate advances.

In no time, they safely reached the central area of the dance battle arena.

At that moment, without saying a word, they rushed over to check on Lin Yifan's injuries.

Seeing the bloody wound, Zhou Jiajia and the others asked with heartfelt concern, "Yifan! Are you okay? Does it hurt a lot?"

"It hurts a bit, but it's nothing serious," Lin Yifan replied.

From childhood, he had grown accustomed to pain; thus, an injury like this was insignificant to him.

But for Zhou Jiajia and the others, it was a severe injury.

They had never seen such a serious wound before, except for An Qi's car accident.

So, they began to reprimand him, "You're hurt this badly and you still say it's nothing? If something happened to you, how could you face us, four beautiful women in our prime? Do you want us to end up widowed just to be content? Answer us!"

"..." Lin Yifan was at a loss for words. It was just a minor flesh wound; there was no need for such a fuss, let alone bringing life and death into it—he was speechless.

However, though that was what he thought, he dared not voice it; he knew Zhou Jiajia and the others were reprimanding him out of concern.

Thereupon, he apologized, "My esteemed wives, I was wrong. I won't ever be so reckless again."

"Hmph! Remember this lesson in the future, or we will enforce household discipline."

Zhou Jiajia and the others threatened him with stern faces, but the next second, they softened and tended to Lin Yifan's injuries with concern.

Through this exchange, the onlookers realized that these four women were the wives of the man who had won the dance competition.

At this point, among them were those who felt envious, jealous, and critical, all voicing their opinions and even dragging morality into it—the comments varied widely.

"Four beauties as his wives, it seems he's the biggest winner in life."

"So many wives, doesn't that constitute bigamy? Why isn't the government intervening?"

"Are you stupid? In this world, laws are meant to constrain the weak. The strong do as they please. Haven't you seen how those men from the Clans have second and third mistresses?"

"That's right. I've heard that beyond our world, there's another world where each person is an incredible individual, capable of doing anything at will."

"So many beauties, if I could have just one of them, I'd have no regrets in this life."

"I'm very curious about what those four women think. Don't they ever get jealous or fight over him?"

"Since they're willing to get married, they obviously don't mind sharing love."

"What a bunch of weirdos!"

Hearing the last remark, Lin Yifan was furious, unable to bear it any longer, and immediately dragged out the man who had shown disdain.

"What did you say? Say it again if you dare!"

It was one thing to insult him, but he couldn't tolerate anyone insulting his women; in a world where true love exists, why should it matter how many people are together? It was just nosiness.

Seeing Lin Yifan's fierce gaze, the man was so frightened that he wet himself, apologizing profusely, "Big brother! I'm so sorry, my mouth ran away with me. I said the wrong thing, please let me go!"

Even with one arm injured, Lin Yifan felt he could still overpower this man; the effortless way he picked him up made it clear that, in this case, the skinny camel was indeed bigger than the horse.

"Humph!" Lin Yifan snorted coldly, threw the man to the side, and barked, "Apologize to my women, and slap yourself ten times, or else you'll pay with your life!"

After being thrown aside, the man's legs went weak with fear. The incident had been too terrifying, he hadn't been able to struggle at all, completely at the mercy of Lin Yifan's firm grip.

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