Mo Ziyu's kick forced everyone back, allowing him to stand up directly, then he kicked at one person.
That person didn't expect Mo Ziyu to react so quickly, and before he could dodge, he was kicked flying.
In the distance, Wen Shengbao was also shocked. How could he have thought that Mo Ziyu would have such skills? He had underestimated him before.
He held an iron rod in his hands and threw it into the crowd.
One person with sharp eyes grabbed the rod in his hand and then smashed it fiercely at Mo Ziyu.
Mo Ziyu instinctively used his arm to block it.
Seeing this, that person snorted coldly and increased his strength.
"Crack!"
Mo Ziyu felt a sharp pain on his arm, then he finally saw the iron rod in that person's hand. Gritting his teeth, he kicked at that person.
The person had no time to feel pleased before he was kicked flying.
The others saw Mo Ziyu was injured and rushed at him regardless of everything.
