Reap What You Sow

The spear-wielding man smirked, confident he had taken care of Feng Fan. 'Ha, what trash!' He thought smugly.

But his triumph was short-lived. Less than half a second later, his expression twisted in confusion. He hadn't struck Feng Fan, only his afterimage!

'Where did that bastard go?!' Panic began to set in.

"Zou Yi, behind you!" One of the women shouted, her voice filled with urgency as she tried to warn her teammate.

A cold shiver shot down Zou Yi's spine. Instinctively, he tried to turn around, but Feng Fan was faster.

A muscular, hairy leg whipped into view. Without hesitation, Feng Fan's kick struck its mark.

Crack!

Zou Yi's eyes widened in shock, horror, and pain as blood trickled down from his groin, pooling on the ground below. The pain was so overwhelming that he couldn't even scream. 

His body collapsed with a lifeless thud, his expression frozen as if he'd just seen a ghost.