Zhao Wensheng inwardly cursed and hurriedly tried to pull back. His body had only just tilted backward... when another burst of unbearable, excruciating pain struck his crotch...
"Aooo... ah...!"
He had barely let out a scream before forcibly stifling it, but cold sweat instantly poured from his head.
His whole body doubled over, and he nearly dropped to his knees.
Zuo Xiaoduo, meanwhile, froze in slight surprise.
He really had not meant to kick him in the crotch; his intended target had been the lower abdomen. He had only wanted to kick his opponent away and settle the match.
But when Zhao Wensheng leaned back and retreated, the kick aimed at his lower abdomen struck the wrong target, landing squarely on his vital spot!
Upstairs.
The dark-faced male student called out, "Zuo Xiaoduo wins! Come up and eat!"
Then he turned and went back to his own table to eat.
Zhao Wensheng raised his hand and saw blood streaming over his knuckles. The bones of his fingers had actually been driven inward; the injury was clearly serious.
Gritting his teeth, he grunted and said, "You won! I'll eat standing up!"
He swallowed two medicinal pills, clutched his stomach, and staggered upstairs.
"Not bad!"
Zuo Xiaoduo cupped his fist. "Thank you for the match!"
This Zhao Wensheng really was a man, with some backbone to him.
Ever since Zuo Xiaoduo's crotch... that particular kick had made its debut, practically everyone struck by it had crumpled to the ground on impact, both hands clamped over the spot. Exceptions were rare.
Yet Zhao Wensheng had not fallen and could even barely remain standing. If that dark-faced student had not spoken up to declare the outcome, he probably would have launched a fierce counterattack and kept fighting Zuo Xiaoduo, rather than abandon the fight