"Stop, stop and take a break."
In Old Huang's yard, Ye Chen lay on the ground, feeling like even breathing made his body ache to death.
Standing nearby, Wang Yumin rubbed his knee. He wasn't feeling much better either.
"What, can't hold on after just a short while? You think with this stamina you can beat Cheng You? I suggest you just surrender, at least you'll save your life."
Wang Yumin unceremoniously mocked Ye Chen.
"Wang, hit but don't strike the face, now that's not right."
Ye Chen said with a bitter face.
Wang Yumin stretched his body and approached again.
"Stop talking nonsense. Today either I'll break your arm or I'll send you to the hospital. You choose!"
With that, he kicked towards Ye Chen lying on the ground.
"Damn...!"
Ye Chen rolled over to avoid the kick, and then got up, looking at Wang Yumin's menacing grin.
"Wang, what's with the heavy hand? Are you on your period?" Ye Chen grumbled.
