In the crowd on the sidelines, Zheng Ziwen watched Big Bull fly backward past him, his expression twisting instantly, covered in goosebumps from head to toe. He unconsciously grabbed his uncle Ding Yong Country's arm, lips trembling with excitement, as if he had nothing to say, yet wanted to express something stuck in his throat.
Ding Yong Country impatiently pushed away Zheng Ziwen's hand and glanced sideways, saying, "Kid, now do you understand what a master is?"
"This, this is a master..." Zheng Ziwen felt that simply calling him a master wasn't enough, but he couldn't find any sharper words.
"Foot, foot, just one foot, Dad, just one foot... Brother Zhang used just one foot to kick the strongest guy on the other side to death!"
Wang Zhetao stammered while explaining the battle situation to Wang Guangjun, his hands and feet cold with excitement.
