Gao Pan completed his dazzling turn smoothly, only to be greeted by the most unforgettable sight of his life: a thousand-layer cloth shoe with its sole completely worn through, flying straight at his eye.
With a sharp smack, the shoe hit him in the face.
Before he could react, Xu Yi closed in and seized his left hand, twisting it with all his strength.
With a crack, Xu Yi bent back Gao Pan's left index finger until it snapped off, quickly stuffed it into his belt pouch, then swept out his right palm and struck Gao Pan squarely on the forehead.
Gao Pan crumpled to the ground. The winds and thunder that had filled the arena fell silent.
"Why didn't you kill me?"
Lying on the ground, Gao Pan suddenly felt utterly relieved.
"You and I had no feud. Why would I kill you?" Xu Yi picked up the cloth shoe with its ruined sole and slipped it onto his foot, speaking with casual indifference.
That palm strike had merely ended Gao Pan's ability to resist; it had not inflicted a fatal wound.
Just as he had told Gao Junmo, Xu Yi wasn't some bloodthirsty maniac. He only killed those who deserved it.
The Zhou Family was his sworn enemy. If he didn't kill them, his soul would never rest in peace. The Black-robed youth and the others had used their strength to bully the innocent, grievously humiliated Uncle Mu, and threatened Qiu Wa's life. In a fit of rage, Xu Yi had left a river of blood in his wake.
As for Gao Pan, Xu Yi knew nothing about his character or his past, and had no desire to find out. If this fight on the ring was all there was to it, Xu Yi could only admire Gao