Watching his fist coming directly toward her chest, the woman didn't dodge or hide. She clenched her fist and met it head-on.
With a dull thud, the fists of the two collided.
Ge Changsheng retreated two steps, his entire arm becoming stiff and numb, as if dislocated. He truly didn't expect a woman to have such strength, matching his punch without losing ground.
The woman stood still, forcing Ge Changsheng to retreat with her own formidable strength.
With just one move, it was clear who was superior.
"How was it?" the woman said provocatively.
"Your fist is harder than your chest," Ge Changsheng concluded. This fight couldn't go on anymore; his entire right arm was useless, at least for now. How was he supposed to fight her?
"Tough talk," the woman scoffed. "Don't tell me that's all you've got, and your arm's already useless?"
