Qin Chuan widened the distance and glanced back at the deep pit, his expression growing more solemn.
The sudden attack came from Pan Di Hu, whose lower body skills were superb, infinitely close to perfection.
The deep pit was created purely by the force of his foot.
If that foot had landed on Qin Chuan, his bones would surely have broken.
"Bajiquan, Taijiquan, even Wing Chun has reached the stage of mastery."
The skinny monkey slowly walked to Titan's side, together with Pan Di Hu, managing to lift the robust Titan up: "That kid mustn't stay!"
Titan slowly stood up, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his blood-stained face devoid of its usual naivety, replaced only by madness.
Although Qin Chuan's previous attack was fierce, Titan's tough skin and flesh, paired with shielding his head, meant he didn't suffer any serious injuries.
One could say the injuries on him now were like mere scratches to him.
"He's truly a punching bag."
