Ning Fan had already reached the center of the basketball court. He stood there calmly, turned around, and looked at Kobe, speaking indifferently, "You're way off. I simply used a little trick to temporarily restore you to your peak condition, that's all."
"What do you mean? I clearly feel..." Kobe moved his arms and legs in disbelief.
Ning Fan glanced at Kobe, his expression still so neutral it betrayed nothing, "It means that you're still a wreck, but to ensure a fair fight, I've temporarily suppressed your injury. This will last for about ten minutes,"
"You'd better cherish this time to compete with me, though to me, you have no chance of winning anyways, after all, you're just a wreck."
Ever since Ning Fan had seen Kobe, he had been calling him a wreck at every turn, which even a healthy person would not be able to stand by now, let alone Kobe who had a leg injury.
