"They actually survived. I underestimated you!" The barbarian's expression shifted.
"Underestimated your mother!" Chen Shouyi's face hardened. He used his muscles to clamp down on his broken ribs, then kicked a desk in front of him to pieces.
Wood chips flew everywhere as he raised his sword and charged forward.
The barbarian remained expressionless. He stepped back to dodge Chen Shouyi's attack, then seized the opening and kicked fiercely at Chen Shouyi's neck. The air burst into a cloud from the force of the kick.
Chen Shouyi's cheeks rippled violently in the gale, and his skin stung as if it were tearing. He dropped to his knees and leaned backward, sliding rapidly as his sword flashed toward the barbarian's other foot.
His opponent's reflexes were astonishing. He raised his left foot, and both feet left the ground at once, as if he were floating. He drove a knee into Chen Shouyi's chest.
Seeing it coming, Chen Shouyi abruptly stopped and rolled away.
The wind howled around them. The air tore apart as if it were exploding; anyone ordinary caught in it would have suffered shattered bones.
At that moment, there was no sign that either of them was gravely wounded.
With a thunderous crash,
a huge hole burst through the building's wall, sending dust billowing.
Two figures charged out, one right behind the other.
They clashed fiercely again, the wind howling around them.
"Bang, bang..."
A sword flash whipped past a streetlamp, slicing through it. The lamp began to topple slowly.
Then a leg, like a battle-axe, split it in two. The upper half crashed onto the street with a piercing bang, spraying a burst of dazzling sparks.
A squad of soldiers on patrol in the distance stared dumbfounded at the indistinct battle and the gusts of wind rushing toward