The blow landed heavily on Jiang Zheng’s chest. He let out a muffled grunt, stumbled back two steps, and a fine layer of cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead.
I hurried forward to steady his swaying frame. "Where are you hurt? Are you alright?"
Jiang Zheng forced himself to stand straight, his knuckles turning white as he pressed them against his chest. He managed a strained smile. "I'm fine..."
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