"Pfft!"
Ishihara Aoi spat out another mouthful of black blood from the impact of that shoulder throw.
Before she could catch her breath, Han Yu was already upon her, fiercely kicking out his leg.
Sensing the imminent danger, Ishihara Aoi, without regard for her own embarrassment, hurriedly rolled away.
With a thunderous crash, the spot where Ishihara Aoi had just been caved in, forming a pit as if struck by a sandbag, at least forty centimeters deep.
One should know that all the tiles in the Martial Arts Arena were made of extremely hard and strong marble. In past challenges, even if there was damage, it would only result in some cracks at most.
But now, Han Yu's kick had blown a hole over forty centimeters deep, demonstrating the terrifying power of his leg.
Missing with one kick, Han Yu immediately followed with a second and a third.
Ishihara Aoi had no choice but to roll frantically across the stone floor.
Bang!
Bang bang!
Bang bang bang...
