Although Xiao Han was much stronger than Huang Xiaolong, after that strike, Xiao Han immediately felt his combat power decrease by at least thirty percent. He couldn't exert more than fifty percent. Xiao Han lowered his fist and slowly walked towards Huang Xiaolong. His fist hung down, and blood dropped onto the ground, one drop at a time. However, this scene went unnoticed.
A group of students from the Sanda class were so frightened they kept retreating.
"Xiao Han, what... what do you want to do!?" Huang Xiaolong said through clenched teeth.
"What do you think?" Xiao Han slowly made his way over.
