Shen Yanhe's punches were tricky, her movements nimble; swift and fierce, and altogether different from the boxers Brother Yong usually faced.
She was like a gust of wind.
One that you couldn't catch.
This time, the boxing ring was quite secluded; Shen Yanhe hadn't announced she'd be boxing, changing into her signature mask.
Aside from Fang Zhi and a few youngsters, there weren't many spectators.
Most of the audience had gone to watch their favorite boxers.
The youngsters watched as Brother Yong was almost entirely suppressed by Shen Yanhe, receiving a one-sided beating.
Listening to those flesh-pounding punches, a chill rose up their spines, as if the fists were landing on them.
"This young lady, could she really be 'S'?" one youth asked his companions, stuttering as he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
"I think so," his companion nodded. "If she weren't 'S,' she wouldn't be able to last so long against Brother Yong."
