Then Chen Fan struck.
I wasn't able to stop his attack, despite my best efforts. The golden sword that he had conjured into being shattered my sword and sent me flying several meters back. Blood gushed out of my mouth and I tumbled over. Chen Fan then stomped on me, breaking several of my bones. I could feel my ribs caving in to puncture my lungs.
Sprawled underneath his foot, I wheezed, only for Chen Fan to increase the pressure of his foot on my battered body.
"Just die already," he snapped and swung his hand down. A golden Buddha palm slammed into my face and chest, burying part of my body into a crater.
For a moment, he studied me, satisfied. Beliving that I was dead, he turned away…only to stop when he felt something grabbing hold of his ankle.
Somehow I managed to pull my head out of the earth and reached out to seize his foot, preventing him from leaving. Chen Fan wrinkled his brow, annoyed.
