The Negative Power User delivered a fierce kick, hitting the target squarely.
The hunched man let out a groan of pain, feeling that a few of his bones were broken, a metallic tang floating in his mouth, a breath stuck in his throat like he was just crawling out of deep water, coughing painfully, spitting out a mouthful of bloody foam.
The Divination Master's stall was overturned, the two collided and inadvertently crushed the crystal ball beneath them, the solid sphere injuring the Divination Master's back, rolling over as the sores on his body scraped and burst, foul-smelling pus mixed with blood smeared everywhere, like bugs squashed underfoot, ooze spreading all over.
Hoarse wails emanated from the Divination Master's mouth, his robe not only a facade of mystery but also an attempt to prevent the sores on his body from being scraped, his body engulfed in intense stabbing pain, every slight movement magnifying the agony.
