Like a leather ball that had been volleyed with full force, he was kicked up and back into the air.
Pu—!!!
A huge mouthful of blood mixed with chunks of viscera erupted from his twisted, deformed mouth like a fountain, carving a blinding scarlet arc through the air.
His body traced a high parabola in midair, flew more than ten meters away, then slammed down onto the hard arena floor like a torn burlap sack.
Boom!
Dust billowed.
Miao Zhe lay in the shallow crater his body had smashed out.
His body convulsed violently, each spasm accompanied by thick streams of blood gushing from his shattered nose and mouth.
His entire face had completely caved in and warped out of shape.
Blood and torn flesh plastered the lower half of his face, hideous and terrifying.
The bridge of his nose was utterly pulverized, who knew how many teeth had been knocked flying, and his jaw hung crooked at an utterly bizarre angle, the bone clearly shattered.
