Emperor Xing Tian Spits Blood

Bang!

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"I hit you, brat! How was that? Do you feel like the bones in your body have broken?"

"Are you surprised that my strength suddenly became so great?

Do you already feel pain that pierced your heart, pain that sank into your very bones?

Are you about to collapse, then howl like a pig being slaughtered?

Or perhaps..."

"Old man, could you stop dreaming?"

Xing Ming, lost in his crazed fantasies, was doused with a bucket of icy water by Hua Qiang's words and instantly came to his senses.

His eyes widened as he cried in disbelief, "Y-you... why are you standing there without moving? Didn't you take a punch from me? Shouldn't you be lying on the ground, screaming like a pig being slaughtered?

Why are you still standing there?"

"Old man, don't tell me you're really trapped in a nightmare?

That punch you just threw at me felt like a scratch. No, even scratching would have had more force than that!"

Hua Qiang raised his hand and slapped Xing Ming across the face.

"Old man, awake now?"

"Ah—"

Feeling the searing pain in his face, Xing Ming suddenly screamed like a madman.

"Bastard, I'll fight you to the death!"

Then he flailed his fists and attacked Hua Qiang without any technique or order.

Hua Qiang kicked him in the chest, sending Xing Ming flying more than ten meters before he crashed heavily onto the ground.

"Ow!"

Xing Ming let out a miserable cry, then endured the pain and climbed back to his feet.

"Hiss—you, how is this possible? How can you have so much strength?

I'm very hard to beat now!"

"Heh, no matter how tough you are, can you be tougher than me? I could let you use both hands and one