Li Pan found the old man impossible to reason with and was pretty speechless,
"Damn, better I do it, break your other leg too, but at least spare your life, eh?"
Old Wu didn't get angry,
"Alright, let's have a go. My master was too soft-hearted back in the day. If he'd broken both my legs earlier, none of this would have happened.
Looks like you're feeling pretty cocky, kid. Needs some teaching. Oh, it's my turn, talk later."
Old Wu tapped the ground with his toe and leaped onto the ring. There, with a single leg, like a golden-rooster standing alone, he hopped and tangled with a cybernetic fighter whose hands spat fire.
With that speed and strength, no way his prosthetics were overdriven, he was just a regular old man.
Li Pan frowned as he watched and said to a shaking-legged Herong Hall fighter beside him,
"Hey, how much does Old Wu owe you guys, I'll pay."
