"Stop it! This is all just a nightmare—it's not real!" Mo Hao shouted, eyes wide and frantic, muttering like he was trying to convince himself more than anyone else.
"A nightmare? Fake?" Jiang Chen raised an eyebrow. His lips curled up, just a little, like he couldn't believe what he was hearing. Then, without warning, he smacked Mo Hao across the face—hard—with the back of his hand.
SMACK!
The sound exploded through the air, sharp and brutal.
Mo Hao flew like a ragdoll, slamming into the side of a mountain. The whole thing collapsed with a deafening boom, rocks tumbling down in every direction.
"AAAGH! Jiang Chen, you bastard!" Mo Hao burst out of the cloud of dust, teeth clenched, breath ragged. "How dare you hit me?!"
He charged straight at Jiang Chen, ready to tear him apart.
But before he could get close, Jiang Chen waved his hand, and a glowing barrier snapped up between them, stopping Mo Hao cold.
