"Fei En, don't say I never gave you a chance. If you beat me, I might just consider sparing you." She flicked her hand dismissively and spoke in an icy tone.
Fei En's eyes narrowed, his body rushed forward at an extreme speed, and the two began to exchange blows with their bare hands.
The fists were as cold as ice, each punch faster and more vicious than the last.
Fei En would never know that close combat was Jian Qing's forte. Even combined, Black Jack and Bai Jue could barely hold their own against her. For her, beating Fei En was as simple as crushing an ant.
After a few rounds, Fei En quickly fell behind, with wounds on his face and body, unable to counterattack.
Jian Qing's eyes narrowed, she dodged Fei En's punched by tilting to the side and landed a sweeping kick to his abdomen.
"Thud—"
Fei En winced, a spurt of bright red blood spewing from his mouth.
At this moment, he somewhat understood why Jian Qing could occupy the position as the head of the Jian Family.
