Bab 457: Sparring I

[Phew… in the end, I still couldn't assimilate the Hell Qi with my Holy Qi.] Wang Ling exhaled the impurities out of his body. Black speck came out of him but nothing more, he was tired from sitting for so long thus he stood up.

When his hands touched the ground to assist himself in standing up, his body went flying backward—BAM!*—Wang Ling smashed on the door behind him. He crashed and laid down on the floor upside down, contemplating why such an obvious thing happened.

"What are you doing?" Angel asked seeing Wang Ling's amusing appearance.

'I used too much strength.' He answered and had Angel make an "oh" before resting on stepping away from Wang Ling.