Miserable Qin Muyang

Boom ~ ~

Qin Muyang did not expect Xia Ping to suddenly attack. He was caught off guard and was hit by a

force of tens of thousands of kilograms. It was as if he had smashed into something and exploded

with a terrifying force.

With a few cracking sounds, even though he was an expert in the Martial Warrior Realm, he was

not invincible. After being hit by such a terrifying force, more than a dozen of his ribs were broken.

There was even a clear red palm print on his chest.

"Ah!"

Qin Muyang screamed as his body flew backward and hit the ground hard. He slid for more than a

dozen meters and reached the edge of the arena. He was one step away from falling off.

He was so angry that he could not help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Do you admit defeat?"

Xia Ping came in front of Qin Muyang and looked down at him coldly and ruthlessly.