Upon seeing Zhang Ziwen openly showing the pain, the bald man chuckled. Now was not the time to care about pride. He had no choice but to rub his numb muscles. They were both in agony. Their forearms were numb from being punched, slowing their blood circulation.
Mutually, they decided to pause the fight for a few seconds, moving around to get the blood circulating. They grimaced, breathing heavily from the pain. Their close-quarters combat was enlivening. It seemed like it had been ages since they felt this sort of pain and exhilaration.
Suddenly, the bald man had an alarmed expression. Zhang Ziwen's reaction was quick. He dodged and heard a whoosh. His arm was caught, and a wooden stick was stopped in its track. With wrestling moves, the arm's owner was thrown to the ground. It was the blond culprit. In pain, she curled up hollering. Zhang Ziwen methodically dealt with the sneak attacker, showing that he was an expert at handling ordinary perpetrators.
