Slap——
A crisp sound emerged on Qiu Yu's face, a burning pain quickly revealing a clear imprint of five fingers.
Feelings of anger and humiliation instantly surged in his heart.
Since his debut, Qiu Yu had never been slapped across the face.
But today, he was fiercely slapped by someone he considered not his match.
Stomp stomp bang——
After retreating violently more than a dozen steps, Qiu Yu finally stopped.
From the ground where he retreated, he left more than twenty distinct footprints, each one more than three inches deep.
The skin on his wrists was extremely red, emitting a smell of singed hair.
"What kind of technique is this!" Qiu Yu's face turned red, his eyes burning with rage.
"What technique? One specially designed to beat animals." Lin Hai's voice was hoarse and ice-cold to the extreme from under the copper-colored mask.
Although it looked like he had the upper hand just now, his Gang Qi had indeed been greatly depleted.
