Liu Qi was knocked down by Wu Li with a Beng Fist, and without giving him any chance, Wu Li immediately stepped on his right knee.
Crack!
Liu Qi screamed in pain, and Wu Li did not stop, stepping on his left knee as well.
Crack!
"Ah ah ah!"
Liu Qi's face twisted in pain, his eyes bulging as he stared furiously and hatefully at Wu Li.
For such a person, Wu Li had no pity in his heart; if it weren't for the concern that Grandmaster Li was still in the opponent's hands, the last hit wouldn't have been a Beng Fist to the abdomen, but a punch that would shatter his throat.
"Sigh."
With Liu Qi's legs crippled, he no longer posed any threat, and Wu Li finally breathed a sigh of relief, his heart still pounding.
