Twenty minutes later, Kude's large body was thrown out like a sandbag, unable to get up again.
He probably lost too badly, lying on the ground for a long time, not wanting to move again.
Mu Qian, unscathed, looked down at him, "Coming again?"
Kude lacked even the energy to shake his head, gasping for air, he said, "I've realized... seeking you out to spar... is purely masochistic... Damn, it hurts... Can't you lighten up a bit?"
Feeling his chest, Kude then howled in pain, "Damn... you broke two of my ribs, I'm never sparring with you Americans again... You freaks, beating me up like this during the holidays, I'll have your mansion blown up."
"Isn't this what you brought upon yourself?"
Mu Qian paid him no attention. Kude was just howling, and unless he didn't want to go back to France, he'd be foolish to actually carry out his threat!
