"Hey! Tie Xiaohu is laying there motionless. Is he unable to stand up?"
"That's not possible. He was fine even after Ling Yun flung him so far, but one kick to his butt and he can't stand up anymore?"
"Maybe he feels embarrassed…"
Within four meters of Ling Yun, Tie Xiaohu laid on the floor motionless, with both his shoulders spread wide, facing down with his face buried in the ground, as silent as a fallen tower.
Ling Yun was full of smiles as he looked at Tie Xiaohu, waiting for him to stand up. Ling Yun himself believed that Tie Xiaohu would stand up.
Half a minute later, Tie Xiaohu's buttocks perked up as he supported himself up with both of his hands. He stood up not long after and turned around very slowly, giving a Ling Yun a death stare, his eyes void of any fear and full of burning hunger for war!
"That really was something! Another one!"