Xiaohu could only stare at Qingyi with eyes full of betrayal as his body sailed back toward Bai Hu Lie, the wind whistling in his ears.
The tiger loomed over him like a black-and-white blur, its massive fist already coming down.
He didn't even have time to raise his arms.
The punch struck Xiaohu squarely in the face. His head snapped back, and the taste of iron flooded his mouth.
Xiaohu's body plummeted like a stone.
His back slammed into the arena's marble floor with a sharp thud. A pained groan escaped his lips as the impact ripped every last bit of air from his lungs in one go.
Cracks spread across the platform like spiderwebs. The floor gave way beneath him, and his body sank into a shallow crater as a cloud of dust billowed up all around him.
He simply lay there, motionless.
Dust drifted down onto his face, but his eyes stayed fixed on the blue sky as he contemplated his own life.
He, the great and incomparable coward Xiaohu, being forced to exert himself!
