“Does anyone know him?”
“No. Maybe it is because he is an excellent martial artist who has gone on walkabout.”
“Yes, that could be.”
While people were talking about the Greatest Fist, Yia Qing Han, a voice interrupted them, making them turn to find the source of the sound.
“Someone, please call an ambulance for me.” It was Li Xi Yan. Previously, he had been shocked that he had been attacked by his clan’s signature movements. He knew immediately that Bai Zhe did not put all his force into it. If Bai Zhe fully attacked, more of his bones might have been broken.
Everyone’s attention shifted back to Li Xi Yan. Bai Zhe walked over to Li Xi Yan, who was still lying on the ground, then squatted down and held Li Xi Yan’s arm up. He then drew a qi character on the boy’s arm, before sending it into Li Xi Yan’s broken arm and hand.
“Unite.” After this word was uttered by Bai Zhe, the bones in Li Xi Yan’s hand and arm swiftly reconnected. The pain disappeared in the blink of an eye.