Zhang Wu's face twisted in horror as he realized he was being toyed with by Sun Yang. The taunts and teasing had disrupted his focus, allowing Sun Yang to exploit his flaws. He glanced over at An Bing, hoping to find some inspiration, but the situation was dire. Yin Jao's superior cultivation base had An Bing on the defensive, and Zhang Wu's heart sank.
"Distraction during a fight is a very dangerous thing to do," Sun Yang whispered, his voice like a gentle breeze in Zhang Wu's ear. Before Zhang Wu could react, Sun Yang's fist crashed into his face with a soft "wham." The impact was like a steel hammer striking a glass, sending shockwaves through Zhang Wu's body.
The force of the blow sent Zhang Wu stumbling backward, his vision blurring. He barely managed to keep his footing, his legs trembling beneath him. Sun Yang didn't give him any respite, jumping high into the air like a crane and unleashing a beautiful kick at Zhang Wu's neck.