Itakura Daijiro's Misery (Part Two)

A few minutes later, the medics finally put down their equipment and straightened up. Facing the Toyotama players gathered around them, one said, "Don't worry. His knee and forehead are only bruised. The bones aren't injured. He should recover in two or three weeks."

"However, he's lost a front tooth and has a minor injury inside his nose. He'll need further treatment at a hospital."

"More importantly, he's in too much pain to keep playing. I'd recommend taking him out of the game and getting him treated first."

Hearing that no bones were injured, the Toyotama players relaxed a little. But the news that he could not continue playing left their faces grim.

Itakura Daijiro was one of the team's main scorers. Losing him only made Toyotama's already difficult situation worse.

Anben Shili instantly lost his head to rage. He whipped around and glared at Chi Tong, who stood nearby, his eyes vicious. Through gritted teeth, he snarled, "You're asking for it!"

He clenched his fists and charged at Chi Tong, clearly intending to teach him a lesson.

But just as Anben Shili was about to reach Chi Tong, a towering figure stepped between them, blocking his path like a wall. It was Uozumi!

Uozumi folded his arms and looked down at Kishimoto Minori. "What are you trying to do to our captain?"

"That guy fell on his own. Are you blind?"

Anben Shili looked up and glared at Yu Zhu, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked. If Yu Zhu had not been so tall, he would have attacked him already.

"What did you say?"

Anben Shili spoke through clenched teeth, his voice harsh with anger.

Yueye Hongming felt immensely satisfied. Seeing Itakura Daijiro in such a miserable state thrilled him.

He deliberately raised his voice, excitement tinged with