In a delirious state, Kuntai was awakened by a beating from the pangolin, yet before he could grasp what was happening, he was knocked out again by another hit from the pangolin. It wasn't that the pangolin was extraordinarily strong; driven by uncontrollable rage, the pangolin released years of accumulated hatred, and with it, an eruption of potential that naturally increased the force of the blows.
"Thud, thud, thud!" The muffled sounds of body collisions echoed under the cover of night. The pangolin, like a frenzied tigress, rained punches on Kuntai's face. In no time, Kuntai was rendered unrecognizable, his nose, eyes, and mouth covered in blood. The pain would briefly rouse him, only for him to be knocked out again before he could resist.
"Beast, this punch is for the beloved husband I lost, die—pfft."
"Beast, this punch is for myself, die—pfft pfft!"
"Beast, this punch is because you deserve to die, die—pfft pfft pfft!"
