Han Baitong quickly went over to help Han Yu up from the ground: "Yu'er, how are you?"
"Father, I'm fine. I embarrassed you, embarrassed the Han family." Han Yu spat out a mouthful of blood, his breath weak as he spoke.
"Nonsense, victory and defeat are common in battle. You don't need to worry, just focus on recovering."
"Father..."
Han Yu only managed to say one word.
On the other side, Han Shi'an suddenly stood up, angrily confronting Zhao Yikun: "Zhao, who is Zhao Jianfeng? A young junior can't possibly have such strength, defeating my grandson in just a few moves."
This is impossible, absolutely impossible.
Among the younger generation, while my grandson Han Yu is not the strongest, he is certainly one of the top experts.
How could someone of the same generation so easily defeat my grandson in just a few moves? This is absolutely impossible.
Unless this person is a seasoned expert who has been cultivating for many years, he is simply not a young junior.
