With a resolve bracing for death, Baili Xia lifted her powdered fist and swung it up.
Without any surprise, Baili Xia's fist didn't even touch Wu Ming's clothes before she was flung away by him.
Carried forward by inertia, Baili Xia wasn't anticipating her foot to seemingly trip over something, sending her flying forward.
Landing hard on the grass, Baili Xia grimaced.
Fortunately, the grass here was thick, otherwise the fall would have certainly been excruciating.
Baili Xia couldn't understand, she had only thrown one punch, so how had she ended up being thrown?
However, she knew that Wu Ming had held back this time, and the force he used to carry her forward hadn't been very strong, otherwise, she would have been thrown seven or eight meters farther.
Lying on the ground, she turned her head to glance at Wu Ming behind her.
Wu Ming looked at her, raising his chin repeatedly, then extended his right hand, making a gesture of invitation.
Slowly, Baili Xia got up and went over.
