C21 A Flying Kick
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Bystanders all around froze, their breaths caught in their throats. On the eerily quiet street, the sound of bones shattering was disturbingly clear.
Bang!
Weng Qing hit the ground hard, his skin from palm to chest looking as though it had been scorched by flames, the scent of charred flesh hanging in the air.
Lin Yan stood there, soaked in sweat, gasping for air
