With a bang, Nan Batian was sent flying, crashing to the ground like a kite with its string cut, flung far away.
With a splutter, blood sprayed forth.
His body smashed into the ground with a thud, stirring up clouds of dust.
Chen Jie watched Nan Batian fall, expressionless as he walked over.
Cough cough...
At that moment, Nan Batian struggled to rise from the ground, spitting blood. The previous strike had nearly crippled him; now, he was standing purely by willpower.
He didn't want to be looked down on by Chen Jie!
So he glared at Chen Jie and said, "Chen Jiusi, I, I don't accept this!"
Without stopping, Chen Jie responded, "I know."
Wiping the blood from his mouth, Nan Batian said, "I, I'm not satisfied."
Chen Jie replied, "I am aware."
"Why? We are the same kind of people, both ruthless in our pursuit of power. Why can you achieve what you want, and I can't?" Nan Batian asked.
Chen Jie stopped in his tracks and looked at him. "Do you think we are the same?"
