Chen Feng flew directly over the lounging area, crashing heavily into the middle of an adjacent dance floor.
Fortunately, at this moment, most people were watching the excitement, and there were no people on the dance floor.
Thus, no innocents were hurt.
He struggled twice, trying to get up.
But the True Qi that Qin Guang had left in his body erupted, instantly severing two meridians in his legs.
With a slip, Chen Feng, who had gotten halfway up, fell down again.
He wanted to break one of Qin Guang's hands for Tian Kuan, but Qin Guang crippled his legs.
Quite fair.
The people around were all stunned.
Just like this?
Still a master of underground fighting?
Qin Guang, all show and no go?
Have you seen the kind of fancy fighter who grabs someone by the ankle and swings them round to throw them away?
Chen Feng was lean, but muscular, weighing at least around one hundred and thirty or forty pounds.
How much strength would that require?
