Boom!
Yuan Ming's disheveled hair danced wildly, his eyes filled with malicious and ferocious intent. With a swift turn, his figure moved like a streak of light, incredibly fast, as he struck heavily toward Qin Yang's back.
The black metal glove had hundreds of pitch-black short needles, with sinister black flames burning at the tips, clearly infusing the glove with deadly fire poison.
At this moment, the black glove was already perilously close to the white-clad figure ahead.
"You little bastard, die!!!"
Yuan Ming's eyes were filled with frenzied malice as he roared. He, the top genius of Celestial Cyan City, would never lose to such an unknown brat!
Witnessing this sudden abrupt change, everyone's faces turned sharply.
Clearly, no one expected that Yuan Ming, who had already admitted defeat, would suddenly launch an attack from behind, and at such a speed, it left no time to react.
"Ah! Brother Qin Yang!"
Bai Ruoxi's face turned deathly pale instantly.
