The young man's body soon fell from the wall, and he spat out two mouthfuls of blood... He could no longer remember when he had last vomited blood. He only vaguely recalled that, in a distant time and space, there seemed to have been a pretty girl who had joked with him.
Spit it out enough times and you'll get used to it.
He really wasn't used to it... The young man drew a breath, but his broken ribs seemed to have pierced his lungs. The movement instantly made his entire body ache so badly that he nearly convulsed.
Wang Hu walked straight over to the young man. His enormous shadow was enough to completely envelop him.
"You're too weak."
The young man moved his lips... The last time those words had appeared in his consciousness had been almost as long ago as the last time he had vomited blood.
"I didn't expect there to be a warrior with such good physical qualities..." The young man coughed up another mouthful of blood.
Yet the gaze hidden beneath his bangs suddenly flashed with a thread of Cold Light. A dark shadow simultaneously shot rapidly toward Wang Hu from the side.
Wang Hu still wore his dull expression, but his arm suddenly swept out without warning, directly dispersing the mass of darkness.
Looking at Wang Hu's foolish appearance and the precision and dominance of his seemingly casual strike, the two completely different sensations seemed out of place, yet existed simultaneously. The young man's eyelid twitched... What kind of monster is this?
While Wang Hu was displaying his might and kicking the mysterious young man until he was utterly helpless, Liu Minghao and Wei Zidao naturally had not been idle either. Although they were doubtful of Wang Hu's fighting ability, their top priority