"I won." Leng Rongrong loosened her grip. She spoke softly.
"You, this, how is this possible!" Xiao Yuan raised his head and looked at Leng Rongrong in shock. His eyes were filled with indescribable shock.
Leng Rongrong also used Jeet Kune Do's fist technique, but hers was more refined and more powerful than his. The wind from each of her punches was like a knife. Although the punch just now did not hit his face, it made him feel as if a cold wind was blowing on him.
This wave could even be compared to his master's whirlwind fist.
She was just a young girl… A young girl with such slender arms!
How could she be so proficient?
Moreover, he didn't even know how she had punched him. It was too sudden and too fast. He didn't have time to react at all.
Xiao Yuan swallowed his saliva, then saw a small hand stretched out in front of him.
He reached out to grab Leng Rongrong's small hand while still feeling unbelievably shocked.
