Li Xiaoqiang charged at Zhao Bin with brute force, lacking any semblance of technique.
Seeing Li Xiaoqiang charging headlong, the muscles at the corners of Zhao Bin's mouth curved upwards, revealing four chilling teeth as he muttered, "A mouse that angers a cat can only die."
Without another word, Zhao Bin pushed off with his heels, sending the dry earth scattering; his entire body shot forward like a bomb.
Their bodies collided heavily.
They then sprang apart like a pair of springs, shooting in opposite directions.
The outcomes for the two were, however, starkly different; Li Xiaoqiang lay on the ground, rolling away.
Whereas Zhao Bin merely staggered a few steps backward, feeling a stifled sensation in his chest, as if his breathing passages were rapidly shrinking.
'Pfft'—a sound!
Zhao Bin's chest heaved violently, and a sweet liquid rolled through his throat as he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
