This gesture was full of provocation and indifference, a sense of humiliation surged in his heart. Lin Luo Sheng bit his pink lips, gripping the whip even tighter. He exerted force again and lashed towards the woman. She still didn't dodge, allowing the whip to fall on her body, unharmed.
Lin Luo Sheng's feet moved slightly, the whip suddenly changing direction, fiercely lashing towards the woman's eyes. Just as the whip was about to hit, the woman tilted her head back, the whip brushing past her face.
The strength difference between the two was like heaven and earth, like a strong bear toying with a cat. No matter how much the kitten clawed and struggled, it couldn't harm the opponent one bit. Finally, the woman seemed to have grown bored. She loosened her neck and slowly walked towards the young man.
Lin Luo Sheng swallowed, already feeling somewhat scared. The whip kept lashing towards the woman but was all in vain. At this moment, he clearly realized the gap in strength.
The dark shadow loomed overhead. Lin Luo Sheng looked up blankly, seeing the expressionless woman towering over him, her fist slowly raising. At this moment, Lin Luo Sheng saw very clearly the blood stains remaining on her clothes and fists, from the previous two people...
"Dodge!"
A shout woke him up. Lin Luo Sheng's pupils trembled, his petite body suddenly rolling to the left to avoid, he panted and looked back, seeing the woman's leg sweeping horizontally, quickly lying flat on the ground, then another roll to avoid a heavy stomp.
Being small had its advantages. Lin Luo Sheng was clearly more agile than the previous few, actually dodging several of the woman's heavy punches. The audience below was still in an uproar, betting on how many more moves the young man could dodge.
Xiong Jin Ci glanced at the disheveled young man, her eyes already showing some impatience.
"Hey! Jump off the arena!" Shen Yao Xing stood on the tree, hands cupped around her mouth, shouting at the young man. However, her voice hadn't even reached the young man's ears before it was drowned out by the uproar.
"It's useless," Meng Xin Yi said flatly beside her. "Even if he's willing to forfeit, do you think that woman would let him go so easily?"
"Xiong Jin Ci is known for her brutality in the jianghu. Once you cross hands with her, you either end up crippled, dead, or you beat her. There's no other choice."
Doesn't that mean the little boy is doomed?
Shen Yao Xing's fingers tightly gripped the tree trunk, feeling a bit anxious. After all, they were acquainted. She couldn't just watch him die like this, could she?
Turning her gaze back to the arena, Lin Luo Sheng was already somewhat exhausted. Sweat rolled down his pale little face, and he no longer had the strength to dodge the woman's incoming fist, which heavily struck his left shoulder.
It felt as if his shoulder had shattered. The pain made Lin Luo Sheng's eyes immediately red, and he fell to the ground. The cheering in his ears seemed to come from the far horizon, his vision gradually blurring. In the moment before he passed out, he saw the large foot about to land on his face.
He's done for, right...
Although still a bit unwilling...
Father...
I'm sorry
The unconscious Lin Luo Sheng didn't know that just as that foot was about to crush his skull, a figure like an arrow fiercely kicked the woman in the stomach.
A muffled "thud" resonated.
Xiong Jin Ci was forced to retreat several steps before stopping, her hand touching her aching stomach. With a dark face, she looked towards the newcomer.
Equally shocked were the spectators below. They incredulously widened their eyes, looking at the person who had inexplicably appeared on the arena, not understanding what had happened.
"This... how did another person appear on the arena?"
"When... when did they go up?"
"So fast... I saw it! She rushed up from behind us just now!" One person excitedly pointed behind them.
In contrast to the spectators' many guesses, far above on the high building, when Jiang Ming Yue saw the young woman appear on the arena, his hand resting on the armrest slightly tightened. He narrowed his eyes, examining that figure, and when he saw the small patch of cloth under the young woman's eyes, the dark light in his black eyes deepened.
"Hey, are you dead or not!" Shen Yao Xing, unaware of those people's thoughts, had one hand pulling the young man's collar and the other patting his pale face.
Seeing the young man's eyes tightly shut, she bit her lip and carefully picked him up. Never mind, let's leave this place first.
Just as she stood up, Shen Yao Xing felt the murderous aura approaching from behind. Holding the person, she leapt back sharply, avoiding the woman's iron fist that came with a gust of wind. The iron fist that had leapt up hit empty air and landed on the ground, kicking up a shower of stone fragments.
Shen Yao Xing looked at it with a toothache. Is this a human fist? This is a demolition machine, right!
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