"You're finally done pretending!"
Su Delong, who had been knocked to the ground, smiled as he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
Lin Fan was now standing in front of him.
The plaster on his foot had shattered into pieces on the ground.
Clearly, he wasn't injured.
"Yeah, I thought you, this bastard, would take advantage of my illness to claim my life, but unfortunately, I still underestimated your composure," said Su Delong.
Lin Fan had to admit, he had indeed underestimated Su Delong.
His plan to lure the enemy in deep had not elicited any response.
"Do not underestimate your opponent; that is the only way to victory. Unfortunately, I made the same mistake. Even though I tried hard to assess you, it's clear that the fact you're standing here means I've lost a move. But it seems it doesn't matter much," Su Delong said as he propped himself up and sat.
Leaning against the hospital bed, he kept smiling.
