At that moment, several questions flashed through Jiang Chen's mind.
Had he made a mistake in the execution of the kick?
Why did the vital energy disappear the moment he truly needed it?
Why did Han Xuhan look like he was expecting this very outcome?
Did this outcome have anything to do with the wooden mask he was wearing?
But Han Xuhan didn't give him the time to deliberate over his thoughts. Clearly having foreseen this situation, he disregarded all defensive tactics and lashed out with a simple side kick at Jiang Chen's stomach.
There was no way Jiang Chen could avoid the kick from a distance this close and in a position so delicate. All he managed to do was to bring an arm in the trajectory of the kick to bear some of the force behind it.
"Hngh!"
