Chapter 807 - Only a weak person (2/2)

He aims strictly on the robust man's face. Even when blood stained his fists, he doesn't cease his attacks or slow down.

'F.U.C.K! What the hell is going on?!'

The robust man curses inside his head. Not once has he been given a chance to fight back. All of Qi Li's punches were so fast that he could barely block them.

Even his breathing has become unsteady, and he can't seem to focus clearly.

However, despite him feeling like crap, Qi Li looks the complete opposite.

His (Qi Li) expression was calm, and no sweat is on him. Even his breathing seemed to be normal.

It was as if he hadn't spent the last few minutes fighting.

'Fudd. f.u.c.k! How did it end like this?'

The robust pants heavily as he curses again in his head. He continues to take steps back and block. As he did this, he notices a pile of metal sticks no more than two feet away. He comes up with a plan and stops blocking.

”Pu-thu!!”

One of Qi Li's vital punch lands on his (robust man) left cheek, and he spits out blood. He (robust man) clenches his jaw and holds in pain.

Just as Qi Li was about to strike again, he lunges to the side and grabs one of the metal sticks. He spun around and swung his hand, holding the metal stick.

* clank-!!

A loud cracking sound resonated into the air like the robust man had hit his opponent's skull.

* Thud

Following the sound came a loud thud as Qi Li's body hits the ground and stops moving.

”F.u.c.ken shit.”

The robust man was finally able to catch his breath when he sees that he had knocked out Qi Li. He wipes away his blood and sweat on his face.

He had been beaten black and blue, to the point he can only keep one eye open as his other eye is too swollen to open.

”Damn, kid. You're going to pay with your life for this.”

He breathes heavily and walks up to Qi Li. Whether his opponent is still alive or not, he doesn't care. Right now, he needs to make sure that Qi Li dies by his hands.

”Weak....”

Just as the robust was about to take a step forward, Qi Li's voice suddenly sounds.

It was very faint and sounded full of pain like he had to struggle to utter a word.

Being struck by a metal stick isn't like being hit by feathers. It leaves an excruciating feeling and can either knock a person out cold or leave them dead.

Qi Li doesn't lose his consciousness or dies. Instead, he feels a sharp pain throughout his body and a ranging sound resonating in his head. He swore it was like someone had thrown a grenade right next to him.

He squeezes his eyes tightly to get himself together. Placing his palms on the grass, he forces his body to get up from the ground. It was with great difficulty, but he finally stood on his feet within seconds.

”Only a weak person would do what you did.”

He turns to face the robust man. A trail of fresh blood slowly ran down the left temple of his face to his chin.

”No more messing around.”

His words fell in his usual cold tone, but there was something different about him. His entire being was emitting an unexplainable air.

It was as if he had never been hit on the head by a metal stick.

His head slightly tilts to the side, making him look even more sinister. Added with the blood, he seemed to have turned into a grim reaper who is hungry for souls.

One corner of his lip arcs up as a glimmer of seriousness flash in his eyes.

”Time to collect your fate.”