CRAAACK!
The beast's skull caved in with the force of a war hammer, and its eyes bulged as the momentum twisted its entire upper body.
A second later, its head exploded, severed clean off by the impact.
The massive corpse slumped, crashing to the ground just inches from Kui.
"…Did you just punch its head off?" Kui asked from the dirt, eyes wide.
Wu Shuan groaned from the cliff wall, slowly standing with a hand on his ribs. "Did he what?"
Han Yu stood there, panting, his fist still sparking with qi. He stared at the now-headless corpse.
"…Huh," he muttered. "I think I overdid it."
Fatty Kui rolled over, cackling. "No complaints here! Remind me to never steal your steamed buns!"
Wu Shuan limped over, visibly impressed despite the bruise forming on his jaw. "That… was definitely a breakthrough. You used qi more efficiently. The technique surged through your entire frame."
Han Yu looked at his hand, which was still slightly trembling.
