"The match officially begins. Both sides, prepare yourselves!" Di yihong gave the order.
As the countdown began,
Tang San immediately raised his shield to protect his head.
But the Clear Sky Hammer in Tang Hao's hand did not strike Tang San's head. Instead, it delivered a crushing blow straight at Tang San's lower body.
Hit down below, Tang San instantly let out a scream.
The pain of being struck there was so intense that Tang San's legs twisted inward.
The shield fell from his hand to the ground. Clutching himself with both hands, he hopped in place from the pain.
His screams echoed throughout the surroundings.
Tang San tore away the covering on his face and glared at Tang Hao with a livid expression.
"Old man, you hit that hard? You actually went straight for my lower body. Are you trying to make sure I leave no descendants?" Tang San said angrily.
"That's the rule of the match. You can't blame me for that." Tang Hao waved his hand. "If you have a problem with it, go speak to Master. I'm merely following the rules."
Hearing Tang Hao say that, Tang San knew he did not dare provoke Di yihong.
"Just you wait. Don't let me catch an opportunity, or you'll regret it." Tang San left behind that threat and put the cloth back over his face.
Enduring the agonizing pain from below, he picked up the shield from the ground again.
"The match continues. Countdown begins: three, two, one!" Di yihong announced.
Having learned from the first lesson, Tang San immediately positioned the shield over his lower body this time.
But Tang Hao directly changed the direction of his attack.
He swung his hammer straight into Tang San's ribs.
With a loud bang and the sound of ribs breaking,