Crack.
Boom.
"Impossible... I don't believe you are stronger than me... That is impossible," Tiger King Tyron said, rising from the ground with a broken jaw, bleeding nose, dislocated shoulder, and—well—his face was just broken beyond repair.
Yi Lai stood a few meters away from him, looking perfectly fine. She had no blood on her—the blood on her wasn't hers—but the blood of her opponent, now coating her fist, showing how powerful she had become.
"I don't believe that in just under two years you have surpassed my thousands of years of effort... I don't believe it."
Yi Lai chuckled. "Then become a believer, because this is happening."
She moved, and before King Tyron could sense her movement, she was already on him with her fist planted on his jaw. The force behind the punch pushed him back several meters, but Yi Lai was on him the next second.
The battle hadn't been going on for long, but she had already destroyed King Tyron's face and arms without much struggle.
