'Closer, just a little closer. As long as I take this punch, I can get out of here!'
Nangong Xinghui thought to himself.
He completely failed to notice the fleeting ruthlessness and sarcasm in Yang Xiao's eyes.
He felt...
...that he was just too clever.
As long as he could escape, he would make this bastard in front of him wish he were dead.
As he thought this,
Nangong Xinghui actually began to look forward to his fist meeting Yang Xiao's.
Because after that,
his path to survival would open up.
And in fact,
in the blink of an eye,
the two fists
slammed into each other.
However,
it wasn't as Nangong Xinghui had expected. A terrifying force didn't send him—who looked mighty but had intentionally left himself defenseless—flying through the air.
On the contrary,
what his fist met was not a powerful impact at all.
It was a suction.
A pulling force.
Nangong Xinghui's expression changed instantly.
He instinctively wanted to exert his strength and escape.
Unfortunately,
