The youth's body quickly fell from the wall, spitting out two mouthfuls of blood... He could no longer remember the last time he spat blood, just vaguely recalled a long-ago time when a pretty girl joked with him.
——Spit and spit, and you'll get used to it.
Truly, it's hard to get used to... The youth took a breath, but the broken rib seemed to pierce into his lung, causing his whole body to nearly spasm with pain.
Wang Hu walked directly in front of the youth, his huge shadow enough to envelop him completely.
"You're too weak."
The youth moved his lips... The last time this sentence appeared in his consciousness was as long ago as the last time he spat blood.
"Didn't expect a warrior with such good physical fitness..." The youth coughed up another mouthful of fresh blood.
But the gaze hidden beneath his bangs suddenly emitted a trace of cold light, a shadow simultaneously sprinting swiftly towards Wang Hu from the side.
