"Fine, I'll indulge you!"
Li Fei lightly tapped his fingertip; a massive surge of True Qi, like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon or a sprout breaking through the soil, burst forth, striking Mo Zhuangbi's chest in an instant.
The force dominantly pierced through Mo Zhuangbi's body, then broke through the clothing on his back. Mo Zhuangbi's body flew out like a straw man, hitting two dorks before crashing heavily to the ground and stirring up a cloud of dust.
"Cough, cough!" Accompanied by a bout of violent coughing, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
Mo Zhuangbi laughed, a laugh filled with helplessness and weakness. Facing Li Fei, he deeply felt an unprecedented frailty. He knew he had lost, disastrously so; continuing the fight would be meaningless and merely an empty show of strength.
