"Kuh!!"
Ding Yu felt the air rush out of his lungs as Hu Long's fist crashed into his chest like a battering ram, flying back a few steps and falling onto his knees.
"Y… You!" he managed to spit out, but anything more than that was stifled as he coughed up a mouthful of blood. A red lightning-qi crackled around the fist imprint on his chest, exposed after Hu Long's punch destroyed the cloth of his robes, and it was all he could do to stay kneeling upright, supporting himself with his spear.
"Enough."
The voice of his grandfather behind him caused Ding Yu to turn in a panic. Not yet, he wasn't done yet!
"Grandfather–" he started to say, but was interrupted by another coughing fit, a thin line of blood trickling down his mouth. Ding Yan just sighed, walking over to his grandson and kneeling down to put a hand on Ding Yu's back as he expelled Hu Long's lightning-qi from his body.
