"Aaargh... beasts! Bastards!
May every last one of you die a horrible death..."
Luo Bai had barely struggled to his feet from the cold, hard ground when Ying Ming Hao attacked him mercilessly again, before he could even catch his breath.
His blade rose and fell, its razor-sharp edge instantly piercing Luo Bai's body and pinning him firmly to the damp stone wall behind him!
Luo Bai's face twisted in agony. His once-fair cheeks had turned fiery red, as though dripping blood. It was impossible to tell whether the Huoyang Fruit he had just consumed had made his body swell with scorching heat, or whether it was a physical reaction to the unbearable pain.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk... Luo Bai, oh, Luo Bai. Did you ever imagine the day would come when you'd fall into my hands?
Back then, you kept jumping around in front of me, again and again.
Did you never once think that retribution would catch up with you one day, and you'd end up in the hands of someone like me?
Hahaha..."
Ying Ming Hao laughed wildly in triumph, raising his foot and stomping viciously on Luo Bai's already battered abdomen. His face was full of contempt, as though the man before him were nothing more than an insignificant ant.
"Aah... Ying Ming Hao, you shameless, despicable scum!
If you've got any guts, let me go!
I'll fight you one-on-one... do you even have the courage to face me...?"
Gritting his teeth, Luo Bai forced out a dying roar, enduring the heart-rending pain inside him and the overwhelming sickness that threatened to make him pass out.
At that moment, his dantian felt as though a bone-chilling current had frozen it solid, while the medicinal effects of the Huoyang Fruit burned like a raging fire, unbearably hot.