Yang Ruxin's lips twitched slightly, but he still handed him a roasted chicken.
Ming Guang immediately started munching away, seemingly having forgotten the fight he just had.
On the other side, Tang Kun struggled to get up, but unfortunately coughed up a mouthful of blood. This time he was truly injured, and the Inner Strength from the drugs had a time limit. Unlike Ming Guang, whose Inner Strength was his own, not only would it not deplete, but it would continue to increase.
So, in the short term, Tang Kun could fight Ming Guang to a draw, but over time, the gap in their skills became apparent.
At this moment, Tang Kun's loyal subordinates had already rushed over to help him up.
"Master Ming Guang, that man cannot be allowed to stay," Gu Qingheng said helplessly; this person's personality was too hard to decipher.
Ming Guang, with a chicken leg in his mouth, glanced at Gu Qingheng, then at Yang Ruxin, and nodded, "Alright." He then leaped forward.
