Seeing the bulky man charging at him, Han Yu did what he could.
Han Yu tried to pivot to the side —
CRACK!
The man's shoulder slammed into him, knocking the wind out of his lungs and sending him tumbling across the ground.
The crowd laughed and jeered.
Han Yu staggered to his feet, spitting blood.This wasn't going well.
No pills. No tricks. What else did he have?
An idea sparked. A suicidal one.But it was better than standing still.
As Liao Feng charged again, Han Yu whipped off his outer robe and flung it into the man's face.Then, while the man tore the cloth away in confusion, Han Yu sprinted forward and bit his hand.
CHOMP!
"ARRRGH!" Liao Feng howled, flailing.
Han Yu clung like a particularly angry squirrel, punching and kicking at anything he could reach.He gouged at the man's ribs, kneed him in the thigh, even stomped on his toes.
The crowd screamed with laughter and shock.
