No sooner said than done!
Fang Yuan moved like lightning, pouncing on Tang Qing.
Pew!
A strong wind blew. Tang Qing only saw darkness in front of him, and before he was able to react, Fang Yuan's fist hit his chest.
At once, Tang Qing could feel an intense pain assaulting him, almost causing him to faint on the spot.
His ears could only hear the sound of winds brushing by, as his vision rolled back; he was sent flying by Fang Yuan's frontal assault.
When he landed, his head spun. He saw grass, then the railings of the battle stage, then his face rubbed against the dirt. As he flipped and rolled, the grass was uprooted by the friction, causing the black soil to be exposed.
His body was covered in grass and soil, the smell from the juices of the grass, the soil and fresh blood mixed together and entered his nose.
He laid on the ground, dazed. After rolling and tumbling for so long, he felt his entire body hurting.
