"Ah…"
A scream rang out, revealing Ye Tianchen still standing motionless at his original spot, whereas Blood Evil, screaming miserably, was sent flying backward, heavily crashing onto the ground. His right hand had twisted grotesquely, bleeding profusely, and likely shattered into fragments. His face was pale, and he curled his lips in pain as he climbed up from the ground, glaring viciously at Ye Tianchen with eyes also filled with shock.
One punch, just one punch. Blood Evil had thrown his punch with all his might, but Ye Tianchen merely casually swung a punch to meet it and sent Blood Evil flying backward, his right hand suffering a crushing fracture, likely rendering it useless for the rest of his life, completely crippled.
