Zhang Long's Outburst

Shen Bing and Liu Yifei's expressions changed, and they immediately looked over.

They were both extremely worried and feared that Zhang Long might have been injured.

Zhang Long and Caesar stood on opposite sides, their gazes cold, locked onto each other.

Zhang Long's clothing was tattered, and his body bore numerous fist imprints, looking extremely disheveled.

However, Caesar was even worse off. One of his arms hung limply, swaying, and his body also displayed numerous fist imprints. His face bore two particularly prominent, reddened imprints.

"Ugh..."

Joseph looked at this scene, his eyes wide, shocked, and full of disbelief. Caesar, so young and robust, had actually lost to a middle-aged man? This was inconceivable.