Chapter 232 Victim?
A sudden turn of events left the elderly onlookers utterly dumbfounded.
What was going on?
Why was this so different from what they had imagined?
From appearances alone, Duan Zhicheng was tall, strong, and muscular, while Ye Fan seemed somewhat slender. The two were completely on different levels!
But...
"This kick is called the Foshan Shadowless Kick."
Leaving behind these words, Ye Fan didn't even glance at Duan Zhicheng, who was sprawled on the ground, and turned to leave.
Duan Zhicheng clenched his fists tightly, his gaze fierce as he stared in the direction where Ye Fan had disappeared. Gritting his teeth, he muttered, "Kid, you're finished!"
As Ye Fan walked away, the crowd that had gathered to watch gradually dispersed.
Duan Zhicheng took nearly half an hour to recover, the pain in his abdomen finally easing a little. Staggering to his feet, he pulled out his phone and dialed a number.
"Brother Wan, I got beaten up. Bring some people..."