On the stage!
Ye Qiu's right hand, like an iron grip, firmly held Wuyuan's fist, making it impossible for Wuyuan to move it at all!
"You!!!"
At this moment, Ye Qiu's eyes had turned crimson, glaring at Wuyuan, his entire being seething with anger.
"Hah!"
Wuyuan roared, trying to break free from Ye Qiu's grasp, but even though he used all his strength, he still couldn't escape!
What is Ye Qiu's strength?
King!!!
How could his power be something a mere Wuyuan could break free from?
"Why do you have such tremendous strength?"
Wuyuan looked at Ye Qiu in disbelief; he never expected Ye Qiu to be this powerful, restricting him with just one move.
Ye Qiu didn't speak, and the hand holding Wuyuan's fist tightened even more.
Crack! Crack!
Instantly, Wuyuan's fist emitted crisp sounds.
It was the sound of his bones being compressed!
In less than three seconds, Wuyuan's forehead was already covered with beads of sweat.
Pain!
Too painful!
