Two minutes after subduing the opponent.
Using a vine she had pulled off casually, Mo Shangjun tied his hands behind his back, sheathed the military knife, and then clapped her hands.
The opponent glared at her, extremely unwilling to accept the defeat.
From his angle, looking up, he could only see the figure of the person who attacked him. Her entire face was smeared with military camouflage, hidden in the shadows, making it impossible to see her features clearly.
The only thing he could be certain of — the opponent was a woman.
He had actually been defeated by a woman?!
And not after a fierce confrontation, but in just a few rounds, he was swiftly and neatly defeated?!
The event occurred so suddenly that he used all his strength to resist, while the woman effortlessly attacked, showing no sign of being serious at all.
Realizing this, he felt extremely frustrated inside.
