Chapter 825: Are You Sick?

The audience looked at the player on the court, who had just explained the game, and said with a peculiar expression: "Seems like the one who was thrown is your club president."

The judo player swallowed hard, his face betraying an expression he could not conceal: "How is that possible!"

Peng Chao traced a perfect arc in midair and landed heavily on the ground.

Even though there was a mat underfoot, everyone still clearly heard a muffled snapping sound.

After landing, Peng Chao let out a terrible scream because his ribs were broken.

"Ah, ah, ah!" Peng Chao cried out in pain.

There was silence in the spectator stands.

Some had timed the match just to witness Lin Chen being humiliated, and it ended in just fifteen seconds.

That was too quick, wasn't it? Everyone was looking forward to a thrilling contest between the two, yet it was over in merely fifteen seconds.

Looking at Peng Chao lying on the ground, Lin Chen gave a faint smile: "Not even close."