"You, you!"
Liu Liang lay in the deep crater in the ring, barely able to lift his head. He felt like a turtle sprawled on the ground, wanting to move but unable to.
The force of that palm strike had shaken his body. Dozens of his bones were broken, and pain wracked his entire body, as if countless ants were biting him.
But how could physical pain compare to the humiliation he felt inside?!
He was the strongest student at Second High School, a Martial Apprentice Ninth Heaven expert, a member of the Liu Family, and a martial artist who considered himself a genius. Yet he hadn't been able to beat this kid.
Worse, the kid had defeated him with a single palm strike, swatting him down like a fly. How could Liu Liang accept a result like that? He simply couldn't!
"Liu Liang."
Looking down at Liu Liang sprawled on the ground, Xia Ping said, "Before the match, you said you'd make me pay. Is this what you meant? To be honest, you're not good enough."
"I beat you with one palm and broke dozens of your bones to teach you a lesson. There's always someone stronger, and there are plenty of people who can beat you."
"After the match, go back to the hospital and keep your head down. Better yet, keep your tail between your legs and stop looking for trouble everywhere. Otherwise, you might offend someone the Liu Family can't protect you from."
Every word struck Liu Liang's heart like a heavy hammer.
"You, you!"
Liu Liang was so furious that his face flushed crimson. This shameless bastard was no older than him, yet he dared to look down on him and lecture him, telling him to keep his tail between his legs from now on.