Su Junxin's punch was extraordinarily fast, bearing a ruthless force that blew towards him.
An alarm went off in Zhang Zi'ang's heart, forcing his body to reflexively retreat.
Despite his quick response, his right cheek was grazed by her fist which displaced his balance.
He dropped the basketball and staggered to stand firm.
But Su Junxin didn't wait for him to react, her second punch swiftly followed.
Zhang Zi'ang retreated again to dodge, waiting for the right time to counterattack.
Unexpectedly instead of dodging, she moved even closer, a devilish smirk slowly emerging at the corners of her mouth.
A shiver went through him, an ill premonition rising up and causing him to hesitate subconsciously.
In the next instant, a sharp pain shot through his extended wrist. The world spun before his eyes as he fell heavily to the ground.
Su Junxin twisted his left arm, and forcefully stepped on his shoulder with her right foot.
