After throwing the last man down the cliff, Chen Yi stood in the cold wind to catch his breath.
Only then did a throbbing pain begin to surge through both of his hands. During the fight, caught up in the heat of the moment, he hadn't felt a thing. But now, looking closely, he saw that the palm of his right hand had been cut by a stone, the wound already congealed and dry. A sharp pain shot through his right wrist whenever he applied the slightest pressure—it was at least a soft tissue contusion. As for the three proximal phalanges of his left hand, the skin had been rubbed completely raw and white, likely injured by the explosive punch he had driven straight into the opponent's temple.
He gently shook his hands, circulating his Qi and Blood through his arms as best as he could to accelerate the healing.
Chapter 21