The remaining men regrouped in utter embarrassment. Two guys struggled to get up and rushed forward to help Feng Wuhen while shouting, "Brother Feng!"
"Don't come any closer!" Feng Wuhen growled as he tried to stand up. His feet were firmly planted to the ground, and he sprung up like a tiger.
As the strongest guy in the village, he was a scourge used to being known as the best at fighting. He had his pride, but it had been shattered by Xiao Luo in an instant. He felt humiliated and burned with anger.
A sharp hiss filled the sky. It was the sound of someone who had been oppressed to the breaking point. He tightened his body and rushed forward like a flying arrow or a caged eagle. He took five steps and pulled himself up. Compared to before, he was now 50 to 60 percent faster and even more determined as he pushed his body to the limit.
