It was Coach Wang, Wang Zhanshan, who had rushed over.
"Someone came up the mountain and sneak-attacked me!"
Zhao Rui said sheepishly.
'I made a bit of a scene. I'm not going to get punished again, am I?'
"Sneak-attacked you?"
Wang Zhanshan's expression turned grim as he surveyed the wreckage.
'Who would be so bold as to cause trouble for the Dongqi University Martial Arts Team?'
'Leaving aside the Martial Arts Team's special status, just the name "Mingcan Courtyard of Dongqi University" should be enough to deter trouble. What idiot would dare to stir things up here?'
'This is a slap in my face. After all these years in charge of Mingcan Courtyard, it's been nothing but training and competitions. I've almost forgotten what the Jianghu is really like.'
With a cold expression, Wang Zhanshan walked over to the person on the ground. It was an elderly man with a pale, bluish face, who had already passed out.
