Old Wang raised his broadsword and charged at Chu Ge. Chu Ge sidestepped to dodge, and taking advantage of the moment Old Wang hadn't reacted yet, he lifted his leg and kneed Old Wang in the chest, knocking him to the ground.
Old Wang spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. Lying on the ground, he looked at Chu Ge in fury and shame. He had already exhausted too much of his Inner Strength sparring with Zhao Li and now wasn't a match for Chu Ge at all.
Old Wang glanced sideways at Fang Lang, who stood by, seemingly amused at the spectacle.
"You damn fool, hurry up and help!"
He realized his mistake; he shouldn't have sought Zhao Li for personal competition. Now his abilities were limited, and he'd given Chu Ge and the others ample time to recover their martial arts. Dragging this on would definitely be futile.
