After grabbing hold, Ling Nan applied gentle force, followed by a loud scream from Laosi. Yet Ling Nan wasn't finished. Holding onto his fist, he pulled and extended, flipping him onto the ground.
Then he stepped on him, pinning down his heart with his foot, lowering his head to ask, "Do you yield?"
How could Laosi have time to speak? He held his right hand in pain, wailing miserably.
Several other burly men rushed in, only to see Ling Nan move like a swift storm, yet his strength was unparalleled.
His moves were simple, the cultivation technique he learned seemed unused on them. It was just the most primitive of techniques, using force against force. In the end, Ling Nan stopped fighting, grabbing someone and just tossing them away.
Grab one and toss one, like throwing sacks of flour, leaving Gu Qiaoqiao and Xiao Wen speechless.
The fight ended in just a few minutes.
Gu Qiaoqiao waved at Ling Nan, "Xiao Nan, keep an eye on these people here, I'm going out to make a call."
