Master Ma had completely become a laughingstock, and no one cared whether he lived or died.
Everyone had been stunned by Jiang Siming's first display of power, completely overlooking Ma Weiguo, who was being treated for his injuries.
Who would pay attention to a con man?
The emergency team hurriedly treated Master Ma. After taking one look, the experts determined that he had been kicked brutally—at least seven or eight ribs in his body were broken.
On top of that, considering he was over sixty, he would need to lie in the hospital for at least a year or two before he could move around again.
If an injury this serious had happened under normal circumstances, the police would already have come knocking.
But today, on the arena, life and death were not to be questioned.
Even if Jiang Siming had kicked his ribs apart, let alone killing him with one kick, he would not be held responsible today.
Who told them to sign a life-and-death agreement?
In any case, no one would see the figure of Taiji Grandmaster Master Ma for the next two years. Even if he was discharged afterward, he probably would not dare deceive people for attention again, for fear of being kicked back into the hospital.
In less than half a minute after the match began, Jiang Siming had already won one round.
The referee announced Jiang Siming's victory and asked whether he needed to rest for ten minutes before continuing.
Jiang Siming shook his head and said coolly, "I just hope we can hurry. My family is waiting for me to go home for lunch."
What arrogance!
It was already ten o'clock. There were only a little more than two hours left until lunchtime.
Did Jiang Siming intend to finish challenging nearly a hundred