Or perhaps it wasn't that he didn't want to continue moving, but rather that he no longer had the ability or the opportunity to do so. Because by now, Lin Beichen's fist had already landed on Yan Bin's chest at lightning speed. "A mere speck dares to compete with the bright moon? Truly laughable," Lin Beichen said as he unleashed the force from his hand.
"Boom." A thunderous sound echoed. Yan Bin felt as if he had been hit head-on by a fast-moving truck. All the blood, flesh, bones, and internal organs seemed to be forcibly compressed together in that collision.
In that extreme pain that seemed to affect his very soul, he had no time to consider anything else and was completely overwhelmed by it.
"Ah."
With a scream, he flew through the air like a rag doll, landing heavily on a wooden screen over ten meters away.
