He fell to the ground, but rolled across it to avoid several follow up attacks. The man threw out his fists, tiny wind bullets flying from each one. They struck the ground and left small holes. Wu Jian’s armor might protect him from those, but he knew his armor would break if he took too many hits.
Scrambling to his feet, Wu Jian tried to prepare for the next attack, but he barely managed to raise his arms in time to block the fist that came flying at him. He screamed in shock and pain as he was blasted off his feet and propelled backward. Something hard stopped his momentum--a rock maybe--and he fell to the ground, coughing up blood.
Xu Wen walked over to him, clapping his hands as though to dust them off. “You see? I told you it would be easier if you just gave up. You have talent. I’l
