As Lin Feng lifted his foot, a sharp cry suddenly came from behind him, "Stop!"
The speaker was none other than Lin Shangwu, whose injuries had not yet healed, but at this moment, he still rushed over with all his might.
However, he was ultimately a step too late. Before Lin Feng's kick could land on Su Yang, Su Yang had already counter-kicked, striking Lin Feng squarely in the chest.
Lin Feng was sent flying backward, slamming hard into a jeep behind him and flipping the vehicle over with the force of the impact.
The onlookers, who had been sneering just a moment before, were now stunned into silence. How powerful must that kick have been?
Some people hurried to help Lin Feng to his feet. Lin Feng was practically embedded in the jeep, his body covered in wounds, bleeding from his mouth and nose together; it was clear that even his internal organs had been injured.
