However, Ye Wudao's punch didn't change its trajectory, still shooting straight ahead. With a "smack!" it landed on Nai Cai's body like a gentle spring rain.
As Nai Cai's body shook, his head jerked back, his mouth opened, and he sprayed out a large mouthful of fresh blood. His entire body had already left the ground, screaming as he tumbled backward and crashed to the floor.
With a clanging sound, when Nai Cai's remaining strength was spent, he dropped from mid-air, creating a cloud of dust upon hitting the ground, his body curling up like a boiled shrimp.
As for the two flip-flops on his feet, one was still on, while the other was nowhere to be seen, having flown off to who knows where.
"Cough cough...cough..."
Nai Cai coughed violently, his mouth full of dusty blood, his expression panic-stricken as he looked up at Ye Wudao and asked, "What... what kind of boxing is this?"
