Star Mirror Remains

Hua Qiang kicked Xing Ming several meters away, let out a long breath, then burst into hearty laughter.

At last, that felt good. He had vented the frustrations pent up over the past few days, and felt utterly refreshed, comfortable beyond words.

Xing Ming lay on the ground, choked with silent grief.

He did not dare get up, afraid it would bring on another stormy barrage of beatings.

At this moment, he was on the verge of collapse.

What the hell was going on?

Previously, the two had been evenly matched and fought to a draw. Though he would take a beating, he could still hit the other man back.

But now, he did not even have the slightest ability to fight back. He was being beaten unilaterally!

What had happened in between that he did not know about? How had the other man suddenly become as if he had swallowed a strength pill, possessing boundless force and seemingly inexhaustible stamina?

He had been so hungry these past few days that he could barely walk, and he had deliberately avoided Hua Qiang, trying his utmost to keep as far away from him as possible. How had Hua Qiang still found him?

This was clearly a rhythm of refusing to let him off!

Xing Ming was sorrowful in his heart, aching in his body, and utterly collapsed emotionally. If he could regain his strength, he would definitely tear the other man into ten thousand pieces.

Hua Qiang tidied his disheveled hair and looked at Xing Ming, who lay on the ground playing dead, the corner of his lips curling slightly.

"Old man, enough. Stop playing dead. I haven't dealt you a killing blow. I merely gently stroked your body a little—why are you lying there stiff as a corpse?

"That's enough