"What do you mean?" Ge'er's voice clearly reached Wenwu's ears from afar.
Wenwu sighed softly, his mind stirred, and he withdrew the ten rings surrounding him. Then he said, "It was just a friendly spar, there was no need to fight so hard. The masked warrior did go too far, so you can deal with him."
He couldn't attack Geer at all and could only passively take hits, so there was no need to fight this battle at all.
With a thought, the overwhelming chaotic energy returned to his body, and the surrounding space regained its brightness.
Seeing that Ge Er had stopped, Wen Wu breathed a sigh of relief.
“There are always one or two bad apples among the lower ranks.” Ger smiled, waved his hand, and the two of them were back in the park.
Wenwu's words were already a sign of weakness, and Ge'er wouldn't be so tactless as to pursue the matter too much.
After all, his actions, both civil and military, clearly show that he is deeply influenced by Chinese culture and is extremely concerned with saving face.
Many things are understood tacitly by everyone, but if things go too far, it might really become a fight to the death.
The two exchanged a smile, as if the battle had never happened.
The masked samurai, who had been standing still and waiting quietly, felt a sinking feeling in his heart when he saw the expressions on the two men's faces.
Could it be that the master actually lost?
Then he saw Ger walk straight toward him, staring intently at him as if he were meat on a felt board, and said, "To be so cruel to innocent people, I have no choice but to teach you a lesson on behalf of your master. I hope you will remember this lesson in the future."
The masked warrior's pupils contracted slightly, and the next moment, he felt as if his arm had been crushed by someone with great force, and a heart-wrenching pain shot through him.
"ah."
An uncontrollable cry of pain escaped from the masked warrior's mouth. The next moment, he endured the pain, gritted his teeth, and large beads of sweat streamed down his forehead, smudging the mask on his face.
For a moment, his face was covered in tattered mask marks, sweat, and blood, making him look extremely terrifying.
"Let's go." Wenwu said to the masked warrior without turning his head, his tone indifferent, revealing no emotion beneath.
The masked warrior, enduring the pain, staggered out of the park following Wenwu.
Gel glanced indifferently at the masked warrior's retreating figure.
He applied a layer of chaotic magic to the broken bones of the masked warrior to prevent healing, and it's likely that the masked warrior's arm won't recover for the next few months before the chaotic magic dissipates.
By the time the chaos magic dissipated, several months had passed, making it even more difficult to reattach the broken bones.
It's not just talk that we've crippled the masked samurai's fighting ability!
Meanwhile, inside the Imperial Public University.
"Didn't we agree to come over for rehearsal early? Why are you suddenly calling to say you're changing your plans and want to go see a play together?" Wanda and Pietro walked towards the drama club, slightly puzzled.
“I know about this play; I heard tickets are hard to get, so that's why it's so sudden,” Pietro chuckled. He didn't really like drama clubs. Wanda had practically dragged him into this one.
Meanwhile, Gwen, Harry, Peter, and others all received new schedule notifications from their teacher, and then boarded buses heading to different destinations.
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