"Brother Yu!"
"Brother Yu, are you okay? Can you hear me?"
"If you can hear us, please respond!"
Wen Zhiyu, who had landed on the punching bag, was now utterly baffled.
Before, he couldn't relate to Feng Chi and Qiao's confusion, but now he was experiencing it personally, and it was even more profound!
His mind seemed to be a blank slate.
Thoughts were scattered like severed strings, uncontrolled, drifting in the air, and it took a while before settling back to reality.
"Ah, I'm... I'm okay."
Wen Zhiyu stuttered a response, removing his helmet.
The others asked with concern:
"You don't have a concussion, do you?"
"Feel yourself, do you have any internal injuries or anything?"
"Luckily you were still wearing your gear, and it was a punching bag you fell onto... What just happened?"
The Pan brothers were just racking their brains trying to figure out how to change Feng Yi's perspective and get him to give up on that tactical system when they saw someone fly out of nowhere.
