The conversation between Qingyi and Elder Ling paused for a moment.
Down on the platform, Xiaohu had finally begun to fight back in earnest.
The two watched as the fattie planted his feet firmly on the ground, his eyes blazing.
A punch from Bai Hu Lie whizzed past his face by mere centimeters. The wind pressure alone sliced across his cheek, leaving a stinging line and a thin trickle of blood.
Xiaohu clenched his teeth. Then, dodging the second punch with an agility surprising for his size, he twisted his hips and thrust his own fist upward.
A heavy thud echoed across the arena as the blow caught Bai Hu Lie squarely on the chin. The tiger's jaw snapped shut with a sharp crack, his head whipping upward from the impact.
The gap in cultivation between the two was vast, yet Bai Hu Lie clearly felt that punch, taking a step back to regain his balance.
