The woman swung her fist with a gust of wind, her movements extremely agile. He slightly dodged to avoid it.
The woman cleverly countered with a hook, constantly attacking, always on the offensive.
He wasn't using his full strength, cautiously testing her capabilities.
But Song Yi had skills, though she didn't know that on the field, there was such a thing as testing strength.
His evasiveness was making her a bit irritated; fight or don't fight, why be so long-winded like a woman?
Song Yi directly ignored the rules of the ring. In a free fight, do whatever feels good.
In that moment of the punch, the man dodged, but the next second, the woman's knee came up, directly hitting his abdomen.
It was fast, he caught it, but couldn't dodge.
He didn't expect the woman to do this, and was pushed back two steps by the hit.
The woman gave him no chance to catch his breath, charging in again.
Tang Si squinted his eyes. Indeed, she had some skill.
