Seeing that no one answered, Huang Xiao turned to Yang Quan and said with a beaming smile, "It seems no one else heard you either. Your strength is formidable, honored Retainer. In an exchange of blows, a lowly subordinate like me might find it hard to hold back. If you should happen to die at my hands, I could only call it a pity."
Terror filled Yang Quan's heart. The brat had clearly been playing the pig to eat the tiger, and now he was throwing Yang Quan's own words back at him. He had refused to spare the brat earlier, so the brat certainly would not spare him now.
At that thought, Yang Quan desperately suppressed his internal injuries, then sprang up and shot toward the edge of the arena. As long as he escaped this place, surely the brat would not dare pursue him to kill him.
But just as he reached the edge of the arena, a figure appeared before his eyes. Agonizing pain shot through his body, and he was kicked back into the center of the arena.
"I won't let you jump down from the arena today," Huang Xiao said with a beaming smile. These, too, were words Yang Quan had said before.
Yang Quan's chest heaved. With several dry coughs, he spat out mouthful after mouthful of blood. He knelt on one knee in the center of the arena, his face ashen. Never had he imagined that he would kick an iron plate. The person before him was a mere junior, yet this junior possessed such power. It was simply horrifying.
Below the arena, Tuoba Shun was utterly dumbstruck. His feet involuntarily edged toward the exit, and terror of Huang Xiao filled his heart as well. He could not understand it at all. Even