Ignoring Yu Long's joke, the old man relaxed somewhat after taking the medicine.
Who could have thought, he had only exchanged one punch, but ended up in such a dangerous condition.
Li Chengyi placed Yu Long on the recliner, then turned back to look at the spot where they had exchanged blows.
Four deep footprints were imprinted in the ground, forming four shallow pits.
Only then did he feel a chill in his feet.
He lifted his right foot to take a look.
The sole of his shoe was gone without him knowing when, and the black sock had a large hole in it, revealing his entire foot, which was covered in a fair amount of stone dust and fine ash.
"In our line of training, shoes are the most disposable, stop looking, there's no use, you'll have to go barefoot from now on. I didn't expect your progress to be this fast," Yu Long said, finishing off a bottle of electrolyte water with loud gulps.
"I'm out of commission for the time being, you continue training, you train as I say."
"Okay!"
