"And you, Lin Yong! Look at you, all brawn and no brains. Who would've thought your belly held more twists and turns than anyone else's!
You were definitely the bastard who kicked me just now!
Prepare to die-taste my ultimate move: Heaven-Cripping Kick!"
In the blink of an eye, Ying Ming Hao sprang up and drove a vicious kick at Lin Yong, without holding back in the slightest.
A flurry of fierce attacks followed like a violent storm, leaving Lin Yong groaning in misery and repeatedly dropping to his knees to beg:
"Ow! Junior Brother Ying, your senior brother was wrong! Please show mercy and let this little brother off..."
Lin Yong could not have looked more wretched. His fat face was filled with pain and terror, and the kicks nearly forced him to throw up the leftovers he had eaten the night before.
Worse still, every kick Ying Ming Hao delivered struck viciously at a vital spot. He was clearly trying to take his life!
"Hmph, don't play pitiful with me! I treated you lot pretty damn well back then, didn't I? And what did I get?
Every last one of you turned into an ungrateful, white-eyed wolf! You deserve a beating!"
The more Ying Ming Hao thought about it, the angrier he became, and his blows grew fiercer.
Several more savage kicks to Lin Yong's backside sent him howling like ghosts wailing and wolves crying, a truly miserable sight.
As for the monk Jie Kong, Zhao Bufan, and the others nearby, every one of them received a merciless beating from Ying Ming Hao.
After that barrage of punches and kicks, their noses were bruised and their faces swollen beyond recognition. They looked utterly pitiful.
Surely, after such a painful lesson, they would never again dare swagger about