"Are you looking for me?"
A calm voice drifted softly from behind.
Accompanied by the powerful hand landing on his shoulder, the shirtless commander felt his body sink slightly, and cold sweat began to roll down his forehead.
Gulp!
The shirtless commander swallowed hard, without the slightest hesitation, trembling his arms.
Veins bulged like dragons on his arms.
Elbows bent in a bow, fiercely smashing backward.
Aiming straight at the opponent's ribs.
If hit.
At the least, it would rupture the spleen, at the worst, instant death!
To the shirtless commander, this sudden strike should catch the opponent off guard. Even if it couldn't kill the opponent in one blow, it should at least force them to release him.
To buy some time for escape.
Yet...
When his elbows hit the person behind.
The shirtless commander's expression completely changed, first stunned, then flushed, finally turning pale.
His arms dropped lifelessly.
