With her joints dislocated, no matter how skilled Chen Xingzhu's kung fu was, she couldn't stand up.
Yang Fei sneered coldly, pouncing like a leopard, grabbed Chen Xingzhu's collar, then slammed her down hard on the ground.
Chen Xingzhu groaned softly, clinging tightly to Yang Fei's neck with both hands.
The two relied on their tremendous strength to resist each other, falling to the ground together, rolling into a heap.
Soon, they entwined each other, rolling on the ground, engaging in close combat, dangerously intense.
Even though Chen Xingzhu's legs were dislocated, she still dominated with her immense strength, jabbing, chopping with her palm, elbow striking, and head-butting.
She seemed to be fighting wildly like a shrew, but only Yang Fei knew how sharp this woman's martial arts skills were.
However, close combat was Yang Fei's specialty.
Thanks to the Divine Skills of the Tortoise Mirror, Yang Fei clearly understood the trajectory of Chen Xingzhu's attacks.
