Bang.
Zhao Ya felt as if his fist had been hit by a bullet, the pain was unbearable.
Yet Zhao Ya's expression didn't change at all, his other fist shot diagonally upwards, heading straight for Meng Shiwen's chin.
With a gentle swipe of her hand, Meng Shiwen deflected Zhao Ya's punch.
However, Zhao Ya quickly changed his move. Seeing that his punch was ineffective, he twisted his body, turning the uppercut into a sledgehammer punch aimed directly at Meng Shiwen's left cheek.
This move was extremely fluid in its transition, causing the observing Miao Shaocheng to nod in approval.
"Junior Brother Zhao is indeed remarkable to have practiced an ordinary fist technique to this degree."
"Yes, but he's still far from defeating the Senior Sister."
As expected, without even blinking, Meng Shiwen lifted her left hand, perfectly blocking Zhao Ya's swinging fist.
"Is this all you've got?" Meng Shiwen said coldly.
