However, in the instant before her strike landed, her fingers suddenly tightened, and her fist came down like a hammer.
This was a power-generation technique from Mixed Martial Arts, which could instantly focus the body's entire strength into a single point to massively increase the fist's destructive force.
CRACK!
A crisp crack of bone echoed as the man's nasal bone shattered instantly.
His entire face seemed to twist as if by an invisible force, caving inward.
The tremendous impact lifted him off his feet, sending him flying backward three or four meters before he crashed heavily onto the ground with a dull thud.
His body lay motionless. Only crimson trickles of blood seeped from his seven orifices, mixing with the puddles on the ground.
The remaining three men froze, their faces filled with disbelief.
"Aargh! You damn thing!"
After a moment's hesitation, one of them whipped out a switchblade from his waist. Its edge glinted coldly in the rain as he slashed at Zhao Ying.
