Xiong Gang, who had a lame leg, was in a daze.
He had been looking for a martial arts master for so long, and finally found one!
Suddenly, Lu Huashan kicked him, and his plastered leg slammed to the ground.
The pain made him let out a wail, "Ah—"
"Minister, Minister, are you okay?"
Two members of the Ancient Martial Arts Department saw him grimacing, worried about his leg.
"My leg, the plaster is cracked!"
"Minister, we'll take you to the hospital right away."
"No need!" Xiong Gang refused!
"You guys quickly keep the master here, remember to get contact information, don't let her get away, oh my foot, I'll take a cab to the hospital myself, remember to hold onto her..."
Lu Huashan watched in shock as Xiong Gang, dragging his plastered leg, pushed through the crowd, hopping to get a cab, and swallowed hard.
Are martial artists' physiques that fierce?
A well-organized arena match ended in chaos.
The live broadcast platform's comments scrolled so much it crashed!
