"Oomph!"
"Pffft!"
There was a muffled groan and blood spurted out of his mouth as he staggered backwards.
Mo Chen was a little stunned, as if he hadn't expected this to happen. He should have been able to avoid that blow easily. Also, why did he retrieve his fist just as he was about to hit him?
Moreover, even though his palm had hit his body, he had reduced his strength by seventy percent. He knew that the lethality of that palm that struck him wouldn't have made him cough up blood.
Just as he was in confusion about the situation, he heard a familiar voice exclaiming. He turned his head instinctively and when he saw the figure in red passing him like the wind, he understood what had just happened.
"Ze!"
Feng Jiu helped him up and looked at his pale face that lit up immediately in surprise and joy when he saw her. His deep eyes were unable to hide his joy and affection.
"Ah Jiu…"
