No one would doubt the ability of a demonic muscleman to take a hit, at least everyone present felt a profound sense of powerlessness toward Zhang Tie.
This Zhang Tie, he was no ordinary man.
Zhang Tie, sensing Li Feng's close-range strike, snorted disdainfully through his nasal tones. His muscles tightened fiercely, and in an instant, his body became as solid as a chunk of iron. At the same time, Zhang Tie's arms wrapped around Li Feng like the pincers of a crab.
Dong Xin watched the scene unfold, her heart rising to her throat.
Even though she knew that within Li Feng's unimposing body lurked a fierce beast.
A gleam flashed in Li Feng's eyes—this Zhang Tie was really tough, but no matter how tough, he was still only human.
Li Feng's fingers relaxed slightly and swept up the arm to the opponent's wrist; Li Feng's mouth curled into a grin, his fingers clenched tightly, and with a burst of Dark Strength in a tug, there came a snapping sound.
Joint-locking Technique.
