Bastard Seacliff was standing about nine meters away from Yang Qi.

“There’s no need for any histrionics, Yang Qi. Stand up! I'm not going to take advantage of you because you’re injured. In fact, I’ll let you hit me three times before I do anything in response!”

Bastard Seacliff seemed to be holding back, almost as if he were worried about being injured by some desperate attack Yang Qi might unleash.

The truth was that he hadn’t slaughtered the other experts to put on a show of might. He had actually been using that time to form an out-of-body incarnation to use in the final fight against Yang Qi. And the reason he wanted Yang Qi to hit him three times wasn’t because of any sense of magnanimity, but rather because he wanted to see what Yang Qi was really capable of.

All of a sudden, Yang Qi’s eyes snapped open. “You’re really shameless, Bastard Seacliff. You claim you’re giving me the chance...