"What? Trying to fake an injury to win my sympathy?"
A faint Qi Force flowed out from Hao Jian's palm, spreading through the young man's meridians—this was the reason behind the young man's sudden change.
Upon hearing this, the young man's previously pale face flashed with a trace of venomous resentment. He forced himself to endure the pain in his body, his trembling legs trying hard to stay upright as he glared furiously at Hao Jian and roared, "You punk, you're going to regret this!"
"You'll remember... my name... Sun Hongyuan!"
"Oh?"
Hao Jian was a bit surprised to see that Sun Hongyuan could even stand after enduring his attack. However, he hadn't used much force this time; anyone with strong enough willpower could still rise. What caught him off guard was the unexpected level of determination this man exhibited.
"You'll definitely regret this! Mark my words!"
