Clang!
Kui Zhao violently kicked, sending Le Yuxin flying two to three meters. Le Yuxin rolled on the ground several times, staining the ground with blood.
The final move of Kui Zhao's Wolf Eagle Fist caused a bloody explosion that tore Le Yuxin's body to shreds. Now, hardly any uninjured flesh remained on him, his clothes, flesh, and dirt mixed together, as if he had been thrown into a washing machine full of knives. The remains wouldn't even be suitable for making meat buns.
But Kui Zhao's situation was even worse.
He couldn't stop retreating, sweat pouring down his face as he looked at the hole in his chest and abdomen. A futile healing green light glowed from his hands, as he tried to plaster his wound as if using glue to fill a gap.
"Cough, cough, cough... stop it! Hurry up and stop it!" Kui Zhao desperately pressed his hand against the wound on his chest and stomach, but blood still gushed out, adding a deep red to his dark clothes.
