The next moment, Su Xuan planted his right foot firmly on the ground, and with a forceful kick of his left foot, he spun on the spot like a top, whirling madly.
"Crack crack crack"
A series of rapid sounds rose, the succession of noises almost merging into one.
Then, screams erupted one after another.
"Ow, my leg, my leg is done for, my leg is done for."
"Me too, my leg is broken, it's broken."
These sixteen or seventeen guys wailed one by one, clutching their thighs and sitting on the ground, unable to stand up.
Su Xuan had taken down more than a dozen people in the first round and, after stopping his spin, clenched his fist and charged into the crowd. The screams continued for a while before dying down considerably, and by this time, Su Xuan had already reached the courtyard entrance, passing the sixteen or seventeen people from the living room doorway to the courtyard entrance.
