Zhao Tiezhu and his son Zhao Qiang, the village tyrants, stared with bulging eyes at Wang Qianren who lay on the ground with a broken leg.
Wang Qianren was someone who had stayed at the martial arts school, skilled in martial arts, a winner of the city's martial arts competition, and could even break bricks with one hand without breaking a sweat.
Yet, in front of Zhang Xiaofan, he was like a clay statue, easily defeated.
Within half a minute, he too was struck down and had even broken a leg.
"Everyone, get him! No matter how strong he is, if we all attack together, we can beat him to a pulp with a chaotic assault!"
Just then, Zhao Qiang shouted loudly.
As soon as his words fell.
"Take him down!"
"Finish him!"
"Whoever dares to come up will end up just like him!" Zhang Xiaofan pointed at Wang Qianren on the ground and roared in anger.
Zhang Xiaofan's voice was like a lion's roar, loud and powerful.
The onrush of people came to an abrupt halt.
