"Inspector Wu Qi? Not that impressive!"
Xiao Yi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face twisted into a fierce, cold sneer as he looked down on Wu Qi with contempt.
Wu Qi's face suddenly darkened.
The smile on his face gradually crumbled, replaced by a ferocity, as he coldly stared at Xiao Yi and said deliberately, "Very well, very well, I didn't expect you, boy, to take a punch from me to the head and still not die. I wonder if you can still stand up after I twist your head off!"
"That will depend on whether you have the ability to twist my head off!"
Xiao Yi grinned.
"Hmph!"
Wu Qi snorted coldly, his body surrounded by black gleaming edges.
The black battle robe he wore rustled loudly, swelling up as if it were a balloon being inflated.
And then...
With a hissing sound, like the leak of breath, Wu Qi's overinflated battle robe deflated back down to its shriveled state, but his body had grown bulkier than before.
