This fighting arena had absolutely no rules, and Ye Qing had fought twenty bouts tonight, encountering all kinds of tactics. Jackson's sneak attack was just one more thing Ye Qing was prepared for.
Facing Jackson's robust physique, Ye Qing took a slight step back, squatted into a horse stance, and lowered his center of gravity. Just as Jackson was about to charge at him, Ye Qing suddenly lifted his right elbow and forcefully rammed it into Jackson's chest.
This move had worked well for Ye Qing several times tonight, with significant effects every time. Those who were hit by his right elbow were lucky if they only suffered broken ribs—the worst case was Prison Head, who had a broken rib pierce his heart and lost his life.
As Ye Qing employed this tactic again, everyone around the ring held their breath, anxiously watching the situation on the stage. Could Ye Qing repel Jackson as he had done with others before?
