The sparring partner looked at the person resentfully for a moment, then put on his uniform and went back into the arena.
Han Cihui's kicks were by no means weak. He used all his strength to kick the body of his sparring partner. The pain was unbearable to the bone. The sparring partner fell to the ground and got up again, but he fell back as soon as he got up. It went on and on like this. Finally, the sparring partner couldn't get up anymore and began to cry.
"Brother Han, why don't we switch people? I really can't take it anymore. It hurts too much! Wuwuwu ..."
Han Cihui frowned and shook his head. "Get up!"
"No, Brother Han, please have mercy on me. I really can't do it anymore. Even if the head of the club gives me ten times my salary today, I can't do it anymore! Really... I feel like I'm just one step away from death ..."
