"Die!"
"Whoosh!"
Xiao Zheng raised his palm, and like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, he lightly touched the other's palms, effortlessly neutralizing that decisive strike.
Beneath Wen Kuo Hai's horrified gaze, Xiao Zheng's left leg bent slightly and then kicked up, landing a heavy blow on his chest.
"Ah!"
"Pfft!"
Wen Kuo Hai cried out in shock, his head thrown back, his body flying backward, his mouth spraying blood, which stained the stone path red with drops and splatters.
Then he heavily fell to the ground, his complexion ashen, like one who had lost his parents.
He propped himself up with an arm, trying multiple times to get up, but without success. In the end, he lay helplessly on the ground, devoid of the will to live.
A single move! He had been KO'd with just one move. If his disciples could see him now, he would lose face all the way to his grandmother's house.
"Mr. Xiao, since I am defeated, you can kill or mutilate me, at your discretion!"
"Swoosh!"
