Fan Chen collapsed to the ground, struggling to lift his head. His eyes stared fixedly at Chen Yang.
How… How is this possible? How can he be so strong?!
Then, he fainted.
"Fan Chen, how are you?" Lu Wentao ran over to Fan Chen and checked on him briefly. His face turned livid, and he shouted at Pang Dongqiang and the others, "Why aren't you calling someone to take my disciple to the hospital?"
"Right, right, right!" Pang Dongqiang was stunned for a good while before coming back to his senses. He hastily agreed and instructed the driver of the minibus.
What a useless disciple! So weak! He couldn't even take a single hit! he furiously ranted in his heart.
The minibus took Fan Chen to the hospital.
Lu Wentao's face was grim, his gaze ice-cold, as he walked step by step toward Chen Yang. The expressions on the faces of the crowd, however, were varied. Chen Yang's kick had not only blasted Fan Chen away, but it had also struck them to the core, making their hearts tremble.
