It was just two moves, but all she had left on her body was a piece of cloth covering her chest and abdomen.
Ah!
She opened her mouth to scream, but a series of explosive air currents continuously pummeled her body, stirring her so much she couldn't catch her breath or speak. She could only desperately dodge, trying to escape the suffocation and pressure.
The gap was too wide.
She couldn't even see where her opponent was.
For a time, the only thing visible on the stage was a blur circling around Yu Yanxiao, striking out nonstop.
With every strike, a large piece of clothing fabric fell apart.
The surrounding audience first froze, then the men began to scream in delight, whistling.
Many female spectators frowned, but there was nothing they could do. There were no rules against such actions.
In previous competitions, such a discrepancy in strength was rare in the final round of the arena.
It could be said, this was the first time someone had managed to do this in the finals.
