In a moment of desperation, Xiaofan, about to fall, used his waist strength to push himself off the ground with one hand, bouncing up two meters high, and leaping away from the encircling attack.
"Oh, I didn't see that coming. This kid does have some skills, no wonder he's bold enough to act crazy with me. But even so, that's all there is to it. Hold him down, the other two, go grab Li Sisi for me."
"Yes."
Here, three people immediately surrounded Xiaofan, leaving him no room to spare. If it were before, these so-called experts would have undoubtedly been defeated by him in seconds, but now, although he remained undefeated, he had no assurance of victory.
Of course, although Xiaofan was anxious, he was not completely disheartened. Li Kuo, although not a combat-type guy, had undergone professional training at Yanhuang Soul. Facing a two-person pincer attack, he showed no signs of falling behind, and even after continuous counterattacks, he had hopes of winning.
