At that moment, Zhao Yansi felt as if an overloaded truck had slammed into him head-on. His body flew backward uncontrollably, tracing a parabola through the air before crashing heavily to the ground.
Just like Assistant Chen, whom he had injured earlier, he plowed a deep, lengthy ravine into the earth.
A shrill scream tore from Zhao Yansi's mouth. Blood streamed from his nose and mouth, staining the surrounding ground red.
When it came to enduring pain, Zhao Yansi was clearly inferior to Assistant Chen.
At that moment, he felt as though he had suffered the cruelest torture in the world. Only screaming could ease the violent pain wracking his body.
Assistant Chen's eyes widened as he stared at the scene before him in disbelief. Lin Li's punch had struck with the force of thunder, leaving Zhao Yansi grievously wounded.
The shocking scene before him seemed to freeze time itself, leaving Assistant Chen too stunned to speak.
Just moments ago, he had engaged Zhao Yansi in a fierce exchange and knew full well that after taking the Spirit Burst Pill, the man's strength had surged to an almost terrifying level.
Yet such a formidable opponent had been as fragile as paper before Lin Li. He had been knocked down in a few quick moves. The enormous contrast felt unreal, like a dream.
"Ah..." Zhao Yansi screamed, his voice filled with pain and unwillingness to accept defeat.
A few seconds later, he gradually adapted to the agony of his wounds and struggled to climb to his feet.
His left hand had been broken by Lin Li's heavy blow. It hung limply at his side, completely useless, his arm swaying like a guttering candle in the wind.
Lin Li coldly watched the escaped convict rise from the ground. He raised a hand