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Zhang Xiaofan's kick, although not fatal to Elder Jin,
had, from a professional point of view, caused internal injuries to his vital organs—essentially ruining him.
"You... you have surpassed... a martial artist!"
"Who on earth are you?"
With blood trickling from the corner of his mouth and looking as if he was on his last breath, Elder Jin pointed at Zhang Xiaofan.
A martial artist?
A look of confusion flickered through Zhang Xiaofan's eyes.
"What did you mean by what you just said?"
Zhang Xiaofan swiftly stepped forward and asked.
Unfortunately, Elder Jin had passed out from his severe injuries.
Seeing Elder Jin unconscious, Zhang Xiaofan felt somewhat disappointed.
Wu Guang, sensing that the situation was dire, attempted to sneak away.
But Zhang Xiaofan wasn't about to give him the chance to escape.
With a quick leap, he reached Wu Guang's side.
