The very moment Qingyi's strike struck Bai Hu Lie's crossed arms, the tiger shifted his stance, bringing his feet together in an explosive movement and launching a double kick straight at Qingyi's chest.
With no time to defend himself, the handsome young man was hurled backward like an arrow released from its string, his body leaving the crater in a shower of debris before landing abruptly in one of the few areas of the arena that had not yet been reduced to rubble.
He gasped, struggling to stay on his feet, his robes reduced to tatters and his powerful body exposed to the audience, stained with sweat and blood.
Only his black pants remained, covering his private parts with some dignity.
Every muscle had been pushed to its absolute limit, throbbing with pain, while deep cuts covered his entire skin, marks of the relentless exchange of blows between the two.
It had been a long time since he'd felt this exhausted.
