C447 You're Just a Poor Thing

"Ah!" Fann Binn let out a low roar. The fast punches from the Form and Meaning Fist were fully reflected in his fists. His fists were like Wing Chun punches, falling on the most sensitive joints of Ye Hui's body like raindrops. After a series of cracking sounds, Ye Hui finally could not help but cry out in pain.

The pain of having all his joints hit hard