"Whoosh...!" The man flew sideways again and crashed into the same spot as before. Blood churned inside him. "Pfft!" He spat out a mouthful of blood, clearly having suffered serious internal injuries from Chen Fan's kick.
He charged at Chen Fan again, but Chen Fan punched his arm. Crack! His arm was broken. At the same time, Chen Fan kicked his knee. Crack! The sound of breaking bone rang out again, and Chen Fan crippled his other arm and leg as well.
Yet it had all happened in an instant. He could hardly believe it. He was an assistant instructor at the Royal Fist Temple, and his strength was far from ordinary. Yet he had been defeated barehanded in the field he excelled at most. How was that possible?
"Any last words?"
"Don't think the minister—"
"Whoosh...!"
"Psh!" A hole appeared in the man's forehead, blood flowing from it. He seemed not to have expected Chen Fan to strike while he was giving his last words.
Mine had also been stunned by Chen Fan's fight with the man from the Royal Fist Temple. She was not skilled in close combat, but she could still tell how formidable they were. A newcomer without an Imperial Arm had already surpassed her, which left her slightly unwilling to accept it. Still, seeing Chen Fan defeat the enemy made her breathe a sigh of relief.
But Chen Fan had asked the man for his last words, only to kill him before he could finish. Mine could not quite process it. She looked at Chen Fan with a conflicted expression and said, "Didn't you ask him for his last words? He hadn't even finished speaking, so why did you kill him?"
Chen Fan curled his lip. "Who told him to spout such nonsense? He'd already