```"Thud."
A disciple of the Fiery Fire Martial Arts Hall fell to his knees, one hand clutching his abdomen, the other hand propped on the ground. His face twisted in pain, he retched the acidic contents of his stomach, his eyes filled with disbelief and astonishment.
"You!"
Another disciple of the Fiery Fire Martial Arts Hall, with a start, charged over.
Bang!
In the blink of an eye, he met the same fate.
The second disciple lay motionless on the ground.
"Huff!!!"
Suddenly, a palm wrapped in blazing flames traced a powerful, golden-red arc through the air and viciously struck the man's back.
Hong Qing, core seventh member of the Fiery Fire Martial Arts Hall, acted in an instant, his move extremely ruthless. His first move aimed straight for the adversary's vital spot.
One must know, though the man had just knocked two disciples of the Fiery Fire Martial Arts Hall to the ground, he had only caused them superficial bruises that sapped their fighting strength.