On the arena, Jin Chen's body was viciously flung to the side, sprawling like a dog, a terribly unsightly sight.
He was stunned.
Not only Jin Chen, but everyone below the arena was also staring with widened eyes.
Jin Chen propped himself up with both hands, trying to rise.
But just as he was getting up, Xin Lin threw another punch.
Likewise, with no technique to speak of, what seemed like a casual punch, this time Jin Chen felt the force of his opponent's fist wind.
That seemingly frail punch, in mid-air, actually produced a terrifying howl, like a fierce wind and huge wave rushing towards him.
Jin Chen was punched to the edge of the arena, and beneath him, the solid bluestone arena shattered into pieces.
After a bout of violent coughing, Jin Chen's mouth was filled with a mix of broken teeth and fresh blood.
"Jin Chen, come on, fight back!"
Grandmaster Jin snapped out of his shock.
His son, had been beaten up by a little girl!
