Hu hu!
The sound of howling rose in the dark prison cell.
In the gloom, one could only faintly discern two figures darting about, here one moment, there the next, stirring up a series of subtle rippling noises.
Bang!
Chen Hao, furious, struck out, his fist emitting a faint halo as he clashed with the old man face to face. The collision of their fists and feet set off a loud explosion, causing a substantial vibration.
After a single move, the two separated, neither seeming to get the better of the other; however, Chen Hao, quickly retreating, hid his right hand, which had collided with the opponent, behind his back. Then he kept shaking it, as if to throw off all the pain.
If there had been bright lights here now, one would have seen a purple-red patch on the back of Chen Hao's right hand, a result of blood pooling from the injury.
Although he recovered in an instant, it was clear that Chen Hao was at a disadvantage from that strike.
