Quick Fight

Han Yu decided not to prolong this fight. The moment it started, he went straight in.

WHAM!

A punch to the stomach.

BAM!

A swift strike to the ribs.

Before his opponent even realized what was happening—

CRACK!

Han Yu delivered a precise kick that sent him sprawling onto the ground like a sack of potatoes.

The fight lasted barely over a minute.

The supervising disciple blinked. "Uh… Winner, Han Yu."

Han Yu dusted his hands off. "Well, that was even easier."

He walked out of the ring, grinning. "Haha! This will be a piece of cake if all of them are like this."

From the sidelines, Xu Qing sighed. "This guy is a menace."