Lin Yun’s blow had sent Zhou Yun clear across the stage. By keeping an eye on the ground as he flew, Zhou Yun managed to right himself just in time and landed on his feet. The momentum of the blow pushed him backwards even after landing, and he was forced to use a hand to stabilize himself. The taste of iron coated his mouth and a thin, red streak ran down from the corner of his lips. The smug expression he had been wearing a moment earlier was replaced by a sickened grimace.

Lin Yun ...