"That big lug is done for," Zhang Feng laughed from the side.
"They haven't even started fighting yet, how can you say he's done for?" Liu Bin asked, puzzled. After all, he was an outsider, whereas Zhang Feng was an insider; he was, after all, a martial artist. So he could, to some extent, predict Xiao Han's attack patterns.
"Heh heh, the good show is yet to come!" Zhang Feng chuckled.
Lu Da had already charged in front of Xiao Han and had swung his cauldron-sized fist. The fist smashed down ferociously towards Xiao Han.
"Not good!"
"It's over, if that fist hits him, it'd be a miracle if he doesn't die."
"Heh heh, that fist of Lu Da's must weigh at least a few hundred jins, right? If that kid doesn't turn into minced meat, I'll be the one surprised."
All around there were exclamations of shock. The people from Jingwu Hall were already wearing victorious smiles.