CRACK.
By the time the crowd reacted, they heard a CRACK, and the blond was already on the ground, clutching his leg and rolling in agony.
Luckily for him, he wasn't Fang Chenyi's main target this time. Otherwise, given the viciousness of his opening attack, he would have surely lost that leg for good.
"Heh. All show and no go. So this is all Taekwondo amounts to. Come on, I don't have all day. All of you, at once!"
He dusted off his slacks again, ignoring the blond wailing on the floor, and turned his gaze back to Yi Zhihou, who was standing there completely dumbfounded.
Yi Zhihou jolted at his words. 'Is he kidding me? Even the instructor we just hired from Stick Country was no match for him. If I go up there, aren't I just asking to die?'
Yi Zhihou never in a million years imagined that this guy wasn't just rich—his fighting skills were this incredible!
"All of us..."
