Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

No answer.

But compared to the teacher's long speech.

One gesture from her was enough to crush the opponent's arrogance!

Dowell was stunned for a moment, then laughed and cursed: "Damn, this pretty boy is a bit crazy."

Ying Shi looked at the people on the stage, frowning again for some reason, and his face turned pale, as if he was remembering the nightmare that had been lingering for many days.

this person……

They didn't wait for them to communicate more in the audience.

The teacher on the stage couldn't bear it anymore and punched Qiao Nian in the face.

Qiao Nian sneered and quickly dodged.

"Little trick!" The teacher swept over with his long legs. This was his best method of attacking other people's chassis, which helped him gain considerable strength among the teachers.

The moment his long legs swept over her, Qiao Nian's waist bent at an impossible angle, narrowly avoiding the wind from his legs. Then she stretched out her hands, made fists with both hands, and punched the opponent's open chest——

"boom!"

The teacher had no time to dodge and was punched twice. His ribs on both sides of his armpits immediately stung unbearably. He covered the place where he was hit and took two steps back.

Qiao Nian didn't give him a chance to dodge, and gave him a few leg sweeps. The wind from his legs was sharp and fierce, and he was even more powerful than him in suppressing the attack.

The arena was only a square inch in size and was surrounded by knots to prevent people from falling. They could only fight in this world.

The two of them were very close to each other, and their punches were all killing moves as if in close combat.

Qiao Nian also uses deep fighting skills to avoid giving the opponent a chance to use his height advantage to crush him.

The two sides fought back and forth.

Just when the teacher didn't dare to give up, he must be full of energy to deal with it.

Qiao Nian used his grappling hand, and when he couldn't dodge, he followed up with a side kick towards the kneecap, which is the most fragile part of the human body.

"You——" The teacher was shocked. Before he could say anything, he was kicked in the kneecap and his left leg was bent. He knelt on the ground uncontrollably.

His expression suddenly changed, and he raised his head to look at the little man he had looked down on before as if he had seen a ghost. He gritted his teeth and tried to stand up.

Qiao Nian seemed to know his plan. When he punched for a chance to stand up, he grabbed the opponent's fist and gave it a strong kick, only to hear a clicking sound.

The teacher was considered a tolerant person. Even though his left wrist bone was violently broken, his face turned as white as paper and he cried out in pain.

"Ah! My hand!"

He was now half-kneeling on the ground, his left hand was twisted behind his back, and his arm was bent like a spiral. He was sweating profusely in pain, and his eyes were bloodshot and he looked at the person who was restraining him without blinking.

"Let go, let go!"

Qiao Nian put more force on her hands and asked casually: "Do you admit defeat?"

The teacher suddenly looked over with hatred: "You did it on purpose!"

Qiao Nian's men pressed harder, and the opponent was immediately in pain until his face became ferocious and distorted.

She was condescending: "What is intentional? You said that unless you admit defeat in the ring, you will not care about life or death. I ask you now, do you admit defeat? If you admit defeat, I will let go. Otherwise, I will have to continue..."

"you--"

Qiao Nian lowered his arms again: "Do you admit defeat? Do you accept it?"

"Ah——" the teacher's heart-rending scream echoed throughout the arena. No one from Shadow Ten, Dowell and others spoke. The whole place was silent and only the sound of winter wind could be heard. The warm sun was shining overhead. No one present felt the warmth of the sun. They only felt a hissing pain in their left hand, as if they were being hit. Grasp

It was his own hand that was destroyed... It took Dowell a long while to swallow his saliva, and he turned back dryly: "Who the hell is this?"