Ashmus looked at his right hand and clenched it repeatedly to stop the trembling from the pain as he thought about why would it happen with furrowed brows.
He had already fought with several mid. stage experts before so he had a decent opinion about how strong an average mid stage qi assimilation realm cultivator could be.
And after exchanging that single blow with that man, he realised that he was a much weaker than a average mid stage expert.
Suddenly, his line of thoughts were interrupted by the mocking laughter of that man," Hehehe.... What's wrong, weakling? What's that expression on your face, hah? Are you becoming unnerved? Don't you want to fight anymore, hm?"
"Oh, No no no..... How could i let you do that? You have to fight right now even if you don't want to.... Let me pay you back for all those humiliating remarks from before..."