Feeling Ye Xiong's gaze upon him, Hei Long experienced a chill that emanated from deep within his heart, as if he was being stared down by a venomous snake, an incredibly uncomfortable sensation.
He had never encountered an opponent who could make him feel this way.
Ye Xiong propped himself up with his right hand, used his left hand to grasp his shoulder, and pressed down hard. The sound of popping echoed as he reset his dislocated arm.
This swift and adept movement won a round of applause from the audience outside the ring.
After swinging his arm a few times, Ye Xiong turned his attention to Hei Long.
"Just now, it seemed like you wanted to cripple me," Ye Xiong asked indifferently.
Hei Long knew that the man before him was no longer a fool, and this realization made him uneasy.
However, he was a man who had dominated the fighting ring for three years, and if such a small matter could scare him off, he wouldn't deserve to mingle in this circle.
