“There has to be a way out of this. There must be!” said Zu An in agitation, almost as if he was trying to convince himself of it too.

Qiao Xueying had completely lost consciousness, but her hand was still clutching his collar tightly, as though this was the only way she could faint in peace.

Every time Zu An felt that Shi Lezhi was getting too close, he would immediately turn around and shout ‘Whatcha starin’ at?’, to which, Shi Lezhi would be compelled to respond with ‘I’m staring at you, shithead!’.

Using this short gap, Zu An would try to put some distance between them. Unfortunately, this trick only worked if the opponent was caught off guard. After he had done it a few times, Shi Lezhi grew accustomed to it, and it barely had any effect anymore.

In the end, Zu An ran into a remote courtyard before finally coming to a halt, gasping for air.

Shi Lezhi also stopped several meters away before slowly walking over to his quarry. He sneered coldly, “Go on, keep running. Why aren’t you running anymore?”

He could have rushed straight in and ended things right away, but he was a little hesitant to approach recklessly, because he was afraid that Zu An might still have some other trump cards up his sleeves. After all, the brat had already displayed many unbelievable abilities thus far.

He quickly spread his ki outwards...