The tall man suddenly collapsed on the ground, unable to get up; just seconds earlier, Yan Nanxun had the upper hand, forcing Long Yinghua into a retreat.
He was like suddenly stricken with illness, incapable of resisting in front of Long Yinghua, reduced to someone as defenseless as a chicken.
Something wasn't right!
There had to be some problem!
Long Yinghua, wearing black military boots, walked up to Yan Nanxun.
"You see, can you still escape?"
She whispered softly, her voice carrying a bewitching power as she grabbed Yan Nanxun's shoulders with her hands and kicked his abdomen, sending Yan Nanxun flying off the stage.
"Ding ding ding!" The bell to mark the end of the match rang, and cheers erupted in the sports hall once more.
Many people could not understand how Long Yinghua turned defeat into victory, but the process no longer mattered; they only cared about the outcome.
