"Courting death!"
Zhao Dong's footwork was nimble, his figure dodging the hairpin like a specter.
"No! How could you possibly dodge that!?" Ling'er was dumbfounded.
Zhao Dong had clearly had his back to her. How could he have possibly avoided that strike?
However, what she didn't know was that Zhao Dong had been on guard ever since she had bizarrely agreed to the duel. His Divine Sense had been active the entire time.
He charged toward Ling'er, his right foot rising and then slamming down with force!
CRACK!
The crisp sound of a breaking bone rang out.
"AHH!"
A scream tore through the air as Ling'er's right arm was crushed under Zhao Dong's foot!
He hadn't wanted to truly harm Ling'er; she was a woman, after all. But since she was courting death, she couldn't blame him for being ruthless!
Zhao Dong kicked out, sending Ling'er's body flying. His fists flew out in quick succession, unleashing three punches in an instant!
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
