บท 110: 107 Daddy Ying, he is the ancestor of the ancient martial artists [1 more update]_2

A clear sound of bone shattering filled the air, as the sternum of the person in front of her instantly broke, sending him tumbling straight to the ground.

Without giving anyone else time to react, Ying Zijin slightly tilted her head and raised her elbow.

"Bang!"

An elbow strike lashed out, directly knocking down the person to her right.

While elbow striking, she also executed a knee strike, abruptly breaking another boxer's arm.

The girl didn't use much strength, but each movement was extremely precise.

It was as if she knew exactly what her opponent would do next, making their attacks unavoidable.

She was like a sharp knife's edge, weaving through her enemies.

Every strike she delivered was a sweeping blow.

This was clearly a one-sided and inhumanly brutal beating.

Yet, it also conveyed a sense of extreme beauty.

The kind of beauty that could cut through people, causing hearts to pound with fear.

"..."