Bang!
Zhang Qianlin knocked against the wall and coughed up another mouthful of blood. He held on strong and wanted to stand up to start his retaliation, but Sun Mo continued to attack again.
"F*ck your mom, aren't you tired? Even if you aren't tired, can your spirit qi depletion and stamina keep up?"
This was like a 100-meter run. Dashing once might not be a problem, but continuing to run at this speed for 1,000 meters would definitely be impossible. And right now, Sun Mo's condition was akin to running 1,000 meters with the speed for a 100-meter dash.
When this thought dashed into his brain, Zhang Qianlin received another punch to his head.
Bang!
Zhang Qianlin fell to the ground. He bore with the intense pain and slapped the ground fiercely, stopping the flying and falling momentum. He planned on drawing his distance to make adjustments and then take action after Sun Mo's momentum had ceased.
Retaliation?
Don't be kidding.
