C211 Take a Round (1/2)

Boom boom!

Crack!

Ah!

Wang Xiaojian's fist smashed onto Zhao Huoming's body.

The sound of bones breaking sounded again.

Zhao Huoming's body flew up into the sky, and then turned into a parabola, falling down and smashing into the stage.

Puchi ~

Zhao Huoming was severely injured, all his internal organs trembled, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

His spirit instantly withered as he held his hands together, wanting to stand up. However, a heart-wrenching pain immediately followed, causing him to once again let out a shrill scream.

Ahh!

”Second Young Master!”

Below the stage, in the audience, there were some people who were shocked and called out to Zhao Huoming.

”His legs were broken!”

”His hand seems to have been broken.”

”This is too miserable!”

”Lee Bai is actually so strong, and his attacks are actually so ruthless.”

”…”

Whispering voices sounded from below the stage, and the people in the audience were all stunned.

Zhao Huoming's supporters screamed in pain, thinking that Wang Xiaojian was too ruthless.

Wang Xiaojian's supporters let out cheers as well.

”I didn't even see it clearly before Zhao Huoming was sent flying.”

”Yeah. Lee Bai is too powerful, he is truly a martial artist! ”

In the audience seating, Wang Zhaojun and Daji were sitting together.

Wang Zhaojun's peerless face revealed a smile. She turned to Daji at the side and said, ”This guy actually said she wanted to break Wang Xiaojian's legs. Wang Xiaojian's leg is not that easy to hit. ”

Daji smiled lightly and said, ”Mn. Elder Sister Zhaojun. Master is the most powerful. No one is his match. ”

”En!”

On the stage, Wang Xiaojian held his sword, and walked in front of Zhao Huoming.

Seeing how Zhao Huoming, a moment ago, was arrogantly proclaiming that he would break his legs, yet now, his face was covered in sweat, and the corner of his mouth hooked into a mocking smile.

”Zhao Huoming, you think you can break my legs?”

Zhao Huoming's face was pale and his forehead was perspiring.

At this moment, after hearing Wang Xiaojian's ridiculing words, the anger in his heart was no longer, but fear.

Only after personally fighting, did he know that Wang Xiaojian's strength was actually this terrifying.

He was not a match for Wang Xiaojian at all.

However, what was laughable was that he had actually said those words so innocently, about to break his legs.

In the end, his legs were broken.

On the stage, the middle-aged judge looked at Zhao Huoming and his expression became ugly.

He was the referee of this arena. Before the match, he had also been looked after by his superiors.

Whenever someone attacked Lee Bai, no matter how excessive it was, they would always turn a blind eye.

But he didn't expect this to be the result.

Zhao Huoming, who was originally going to deal with Lee Bai, was instead beaten up. His chest was stabbed, and both his legs and feet were broken.

At this time, walked in front of Zhao Huoming with his sword in hand, afraid that something bad might happen to Second Young Master Zhao. He raised his hand immediately and said: ”The competition is over, Lee Bai wins!”

Wang Xiaojian frowned, he was extremely disappointed.

He had wanted to leave an unforgettable impression on Zhao Huoming with his sword, but he did not expect the judge to say that the competition was over.

However, right after, he smiled stealthily.

Both of Zhao Huoming's legs and hands were broken, so he probably wouldn't be able to recover for a few months.

And for a martial artist, such a severe injury was enough to affect their martial arts talent.

Even if Zhao Huoming was cured, his achievements in this life would be very limited.

Such a lesson was enough for him to remember for the rest of his life.