Facing Song Keren's punch coming straight at him, Xiao Feng didn't turn and run like before; instead, he raised his arm to counter it.
"Bang!"
After a dull thud, Xiao Feng steadily caught Song Keren's fist and said with a smile, "Stop showing off these so-called flowery moves; it means nothing."
"How dare you call my moves flowery?" Song Keren said angrily. She had been practicing military boxing since she was eight, followed by taekwondo and sanda, and she couldn't stand this insult.
With a sharp shout, Song Keren tried to free her fist from Xiao Feng's grasp, only to be surprised that no matter how many times she tried, she couldn't do it. It felt like her fist was clamped by iron pliers.
After half a minute of stalemate, Song Keren finally realized that, in terms of sheer strength, she was likely no match for him.
