Ye Xiong took only three steps back.
Thirteen's body, like being struck by a speeding car, flew backward five or six meters before stopping.
His arm hung limply; Ye Xiong's punch had directly dislocated it.
Wow!
Thirteen spat out a mouthful of blood, hardly able to believe this reality.
The strength of his opponent was more than just a level above his own.
He Mengji had not expected Thirteen to be defeated with a single move. When Thirteen was overseas, he was the strongest in her mercenary team, rarely meeting his match.
Ye Xiong was even more powerful than she had imagined.
"Thirteen, are you alright?" He Mengji asked anxiously.
"My arm's dislocated, not a big deal," Thirteen coughed and replied.
"He Mengji, I had thought that you weren't the kind of woman lower than beasts; I didn't expect you to be so ruthless," Ye Xiong clenched his fists and approached step by step.
"Stop right there."
