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Rip~
Ling Zhaoyong's upper garment tore, and a fresh wound appeared on his chest.
His face distorted in shock as he clenched his fist and threw a punch.
His punch landed solidly on Fang Zhixing's chest.
However, Fang Zhixing didn't move an inch.
Instead, it was Ling Zhaoyong who immediately felt a rebounding force that violently bent his wrist backward.
"Crack~"
Ling Zhaoyong's right wrist broke, the scene resembling an egg smashed against a rock, folly of his own making.
"Is that all?"
Fang Zhixing looked disdainful, his index finger swiftly tracing back and forth on Ling Zhaoyong's body.
Soon, over a dozen shallow cuts appeared on Ling Zhaoyong's body.
But the wounds were not deep.
They were just deep enough to bleed.
Strands of fresh blood slowly seeped out.
Ling Zhaoyong, not understanding, cried out in fear, "If you want to kill me, just kill me, what are you trying to do?"
Fang Zhixing merely let out a cold, grim laugh, and pushed with his hand.