SNAP.
Despite the distance of several meters, Qin Fan's finger flick cracked sharply against Ye Jizu's leg. Enduring the agony, Ye Jizu clenched his teeth.
"Get up," Qin Fan said nonchalantly, shaking his head. "If there's a next time, not even the Heavenly King will be able to save you."
"Thank you, Lord Qin!"
To have survived an encounter with a Grandmaster at the mere cost of a leg—Ye Jizu felt he was fortunate. With that, he placed his hands on the ground and struggled to push himself up. His right leg could still move after Qin Fan's remote strike, but it could no longer exert any real strength. Other than being dragged along by his left leg, it was no different from being completely crippled.
"Lord Jizu, is your Mountain and Water Manor still open for me to go all-in?" Qin Fan asked suddenly, a deep, playful smile spreading across his face as he watched Ye Jizu's pain begin to subside.
