"Don't you get cocky!" Yuan Qingyun bellowed as he struggled to his feet. "I haven't even gotten serious yet!"
However, just as he tried to stand, a series of sharp cracks, like popping beans, echoed from within his body. After a brief, stunned second, he collapsed heavily to his knees. Large mouthfuls of fresh blood sprayed from his lips as if they were free.
At the same time, Yuan Qingyun finally understood. That single, effortless wave of his opponent's hand, like swatting a fly, had shattered half of his ribs and severely damaged his internal organs.
"Forget being a mere Ninth-Order," Yang Hu said, lighting a cigarette and taking a bored drag. "Even if you were the Tenth-Order warrior the world hypes you up to be, you're still just an ant in front of my Boss."
"You... you..." Yuan Qingyun's eyes nearly burst from their sockets with rage. He couldn't accept this! He refused to!
