Clang!
Kui Zhao kicked with all his might, sending Le Yu flying two or three meters. Le Yu rolled across the ground several times, staining it red with blood.
The bloody light explosion unleashed by Kui Zhao's final move, Wolf-Eagle Fist, tore Le Yu's flesh apart in all directions. There was hardly an uninjured patch of skin left on him. His clothes, flesh, and dirt had blended together, as if he had been tossed into a washing machine filled with knives and spun around. Even the meat would have been too poor in quality to make human-flesh barbecue buns.
But Kui Zhao was in even worse shape.
He staggered backward, cold sweat covering his head as he stared at the hole in his chest and abdomen. Useless green healing light rose from both his hands as he smeared it over his wound, as if trying to fill the gap with paste.
"Cough, cough, cough... Stop! Hurry up and stop!" Kui Zhao frantically pressed down on the wound in his chest and abdomen, but blood still poured from it, adding streaks of dark red to his black clothes.
"Ugh... cough!" Blood surged back up and clogged his throat. Kui Zhao coughed violently, spitting out blood and regaining a little clarity as he recovered some reason from the fear of death.
He glared resentfully at Le Yu, who was struggling on the ground. "Why... did you have to ruin... my plan..."
Although he wanted nothing more than to tear Le Yu to pieces, Kui Zhao knew that preserving his life was the most important thing now. Without hesitation, he continued retreating, preparing to find a military doctor at the nearby garrison to stop the bleeding.
As long as I find the doctor, as long as I find the doctor...
Kui Zhao watched