Scram, and stop getting in the way!
Su Chen sent the man flying with a kick. The man soared high like a bouncing ball, then crashed into the bar counter far away.
The table and bottles shattered on the floor.
The bald brute screamed continuously on the ground, realizing he had barely kept his life.
The next moment, however, he was seized with terror.
My cultivation level—where did it go?
It turned out that with that kick, Su Chen hadn't killed the other party but had crippled the man's cultivation level instead.
Let him live on as an ordinary person.
He knew that for someone like the bald brute, who, once stripped of power, would surely find life worse than death.
Because the brute's enemies would come knocking in an endless stream for revenge.
From now on, whether the man could even stay alive, was uncertain.
What a downer, I was only halfway through my drink and now the mood's been killed.
Seeing everything was taken care of, Qiao Yue stood up, clearly displeased.
