Boom!
âUrgh!â
Peng Zhouâs body was sent flying, crashing and rolling across the floor of the arena. His massive frame tumbled before he barely managed to stabilize himself.
âKhughâ¦â
Clutching his stomach, the pain still gnawed at himâ
Whooshâ!!
Thudâ!!
A blade flew past him and buried itself deep into the ground. Peng Zhouâs eyes locked onto it.
His weapon.
The one he had let slip from his grasp.
âWhat a goddamn mess.â
A rough voice rang out.
âWhat the hell is this supposed to be?â
Frustration dripped from every word. Annoyance practically oozed from the speakerâs tone, and it was all directed at Peng Zhou.
âI didnât expect much. Just hold out for one fucking minute. You couldnât even manage that?â
ââ¦!â
A foot appeared in front of his face. Peng Zhou jerked his head aside, butâ
The incoming kick shifted angles midair and slammed into his shoulder.
Smack!
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Pain exploded in his left shoulder, twisting his body.
The pain was sharp but bearable. Gritting his teeth, Peng Zhou lunged for the blade buried in the ground.
Shlickâ!
The blade slid free, immediately enveloped in a dark aura.
Butâ
Thudâ.
ââ¦!?â
His foot suddenly slipped.
A leg had swept in and shattered his stance.
âIs your inner demon some kind of damn excuse?â
Crunchâ!
âGuah!â
A fist smashed into his face.