In front of the screen, all the friends concerned about Xiaofan showed worried expressions. Although no one wanted to see this scene, everyone knew that perhaps the little guy could only stop here.
At this moment, Xiaofan's hands on the stage had completely fallen limp. The dislocation pain caused cold sweat to continuously drip from his forehead.
It was somewhat ironic to say, originally dislocating someone else's hands was Xiaofan's special move. Yet, unexpectedly, he had experienced the same move himself today.
Compared to being twisted, the damage from being dislocated was greater. If Xiaofan wasn't familiar with the structure of his body's bones, taking this strike at the cost of dislocation, if he took it directly, his wrist bones might have shattered.
"What a domineering Nine Sobbing Palms." Xiaofan laughed bitterly as he straightened his body, his hanging hands swaying a bit.
