"You..."
Qiu Yu struggled mightily to resist the purple mist entering his mouth and nose, and had never imagined that Lin Hai, whom he regarded with disdain as a good-for-nothing, would actually make a move, and even strike his dantian.
He clearly felt a robust force, so powerful there was no room for doubt, directly entering his dantian.
A deep, piercing pain spread from his lower abdomen.
This feeling... filled Qiu Yu with extreme horror, as his anger and intense resentment interwove.
For a martial artist, an attack to the dantian could lead to serious injury if the force was too powerful.
With a damaged dantian, one would no longer be able to store Gang Qi, and would gradually degenerate into a cripple.
For someone with a high combat power, being deprived of Gang Qi meant at best they could only be considered a second-rank expert; this was more painful than death.
He could not face such a terrifying and heavy blow to reality!
