Kill him too

The wind began to pick up as the night turned darker. Qi Li stood facing the robust man with an indifferent expression. Between the both of them, he should have been the one who looked exhausted, but there was no sweat on him. Even his breathing was calm.

Standing in the presence of what looked like the grim reaper, the robust man felt his entire body covered in sweat. He stares at Qi Li, who the metal stick should have knocked out.

"What are you....?"

He trembles his words and struggles with difficulty to swallow his saliva.

"How are you still standing?"

He couldn't understand what was happening. Is this person even human? It's as if the kid had turned into a killing machine.

Could it be that this entire time he was used as a punching bag?

"No more messing around."