The lower abdomen is where one's Qi and Blood converge, the repository of their essence. It is the very core of a Martial Artist's foundation.
And anyone could see that Jiang Feng had done it intentionally.
He had clearly heard the announcement that the battle was over, yet he still delivered a ruthless blow.
Jiang Feng expressionlessly wiped the blood splatters from his face with his sleeve.
He raised his eyes, his pitch-black pupils utterly calm, as if he had just crushed an ant.
"Teacher, he was the one who challenged me."
"When you issue a challenge, you must be prepared to risk everything."
"So you lose, and now you blame me for striking too hard?"
His voice was cold, devoid of any emotion.
"Weapons have no eyes. Surely you understand a simple principle like that, Teacher?"
"You!"
The teacher was so choked with anger by the comeback that he trembled, rendered speechless.
