Chapter Two Hundred Twenty-Two
The sallow-faced martial artist hastily propped himself up and retreated a few steps, only to gaze upon Long Xiaoshan with a trace of incredulity.
The kick he had just issued not only failed to break Long Xiaoshan's leg, but had instead dislocated his own foot.
Fortunately, it wasn't broken.
It must have been an accident just now.
The sallow-faced martial artist quickly grasped his foot and with a forceful twist, *crack*, his foot returned to its normal position. He tested putting weight on his foot and found, aside from the dislocation, there were no other injuries. It really did seem to be an accident.
If Long Xiaoshan truly had brute strength, then having his leg forcibly dislocated should have resulted in an injury.
Damn it!
He shouldn't have been so careless.
The sallow-faced martial artist fumed inwardly, as he hadn't used his full strength just now, thinking that fighting a junior merited less than thirty percent of his effort.