Bang!
A dull thud rang out as a body was sent flying several meters and collided with the ground.
As the dust settled, Tang San struggled to his feet, coughing up mouthfuls of blood.
After that strike, Qin Shiyuan seemed to have turned this battle into a game of cat and mouse.
He did not deal Tang San a fatal blow. Yet whenever Tang San got back up, the Chenshui Sword would promptly send him flying several meters again.
After several such rounds, Tang San's face had swollen until it looked nearly like a pig's head.
Even with his extraordinary physique, he had reached the end of his strength.
"I... I'll... kill you..."
After getting up once more, Tang San's body was already battered beyond recognition, yet his eyes remained filled with venomous hatred as he looked at Qin Shiyuan.
But just as he tried to say something else, the blade of the Chenshui Sword slammed into his back again.
Bang!
Dust rose once more. But this time, even after it dispersed, Tang San still failed to get back up.
Clearly, his body had reached its limit.
"Hehe, that's all you've got?"
"Cough, cough!"
Qin Shiyuan slowly walked over to Tang San, making no effort to conceal the mockery in his voice.
Yet all Tang San could offer in response were two pools of blood coughed violently from his mouth.
A closer look revealed countless tiny fragments of organs mixed within the blood.
"Again..."
Tang San murmured weakly, but his body was already completely beyond his control.
"Again?"
Qin Shiyuan stepped before the motionless body, raised his left foot, and firmly planted it on Tang San's head.
"Hehe, you little bastard, what do you have to fight me with?"
As he spoke, he ground the foot on Tang San's head