As Ronglin pondered this, members of the Phantom Group behind him ran over to help Shiryu up, but he refused. Blood streamed from Shiryu's chest. Gritting his teeth, he took the clothing boldly handed to him, tore it apart in one motion, and wrapped it around his wound.
"Old Shiryu, are you okay?" Ronglin asked with a warm, concerned smile.
Shiryu shuddered all over. Ronglin's "Old Shiryu" nearly made him lose control. "Don't be so disgusting. A little injury like this can't stop me. Watch how I deal with that bastard!"
Ronglin pointed at Weevil, who was lying in the crater. "No need for you to deal with him. He's already lying in the pit."
"What?" Shiryu was greatly startled. He had not expected Weevil to go down so quickly. This did not look like the strength of someone who had just exchanged several evenly matched blows with him!
However, when the surrounding civilians saw Weevil fall, they all cheered happily. Clearly, Weevil was deeply unpopular.
Two members of the Phantom Group moved forward to check on Weevil. When they reached his side, they cautiously turned him over and saw him weakly gasping, blood hanging from his mouth, his eyes unfocused, and numerous fist-shaped dents across his body.
After confirming that Weevil was indeed seriously injured, one of them turned back to report, "Alliance Leader, he has already..."
"Careful!" Before the man could finish, Ronglin suddenly saw Weevil spring up. His movements were agile and nimble—how did he look like someone seriously injured? Ronglin immediately shouted a warning, but it was already too late.
Weevil was too close, and his act of pretending to be badly injured had been convincing. With his considerable strength, he suddenly erupted, landing two savage, ferocious punches on the two Phantom Group members.
Crack! With