Sheng Tian let out a sigh and let go of Zhou Yang's hair. The young man slumped down, the whites of his eyes showing. Before he could topple over though, Sheng Tian lashed out with a kick that landed squarely on Zhou Yang's ribcage.
Crack!
A crack was heard from where Sheng Tian's heel met with Zhou Yang's ribcage. The young man was sent flying back while coughing up copious amounts of blood. He rolled around, leaving marks in the dirt and gravel, before coming to a stop.
Sheng Tian turned away from Zhou Yang and instead looked at the large group of geniuses that had gathered around Yang Fei. Zhou Yang is now unconscious, meaning Sheng Tian no longer needs to pay him any heed, at least until he wakes up again.
The group of geniuses shivered when they felt Sheng Tian's predatory gaze turn to them and Yang Fei turned to a short and bulky young man.
"Shi Tong! Block it!"
"Tsk!"
