Doom
Sette Colori was alarmed. He did not hesitate to dodge Bai Chen’s fist.
However, he was a little too slow. The punch hit his face.
Thud!
Sette Colori’s face turned sideways and he bounced off. All of his teeth came out of his mouth along with the seven-coloured blood. His painful scream sounded.
“AGHHH!”
It was Sette Colori. He was in a great deal of pain, like never before.
This punch on the face was truly painful. It was a lot more painful than the kick earlier. He could lie about anything, but pain.
Bai Chen did not waste his chance. While Sette Colori was still floating in mid-air, he dashed at him and burst his rich spirit qi out to his foot and kicked Sette Colori hard.
Boom!
With that, Setter Colori was down to the ground. A great deal of blood gushed out of his mouth.
Sette Colori’s face was now very pale and full of pain. He broke into a cold sweat. He was soaked in it.