The boss tried hard to hold his head high, his eyes almost bursting with rage; he never thought that suppressing Wen Yan's other abilities would be enough.
Indeed, he managed to suppress Wen Yan's incredibly terrifying speed.
However, Wen Yan's fists and power were not significantly diminished.
Reduced, but not by much.
Such power could still easily overwhelm his own.
As for Martial Path skills, he was no match at all.
Wen Yan grabbed him and swiftly walked out.
The three minutes the boss spoke of had long passed, and the so-called missile hadn't landed yet.
Even the scroll he tore open as his trump card showed no signs of abnormality.
"No need to wait any longer, you can call for help, but do you think I can't?"
The boss, with limbs twisted and bound behind his back, began to recover with the burst of vigor, seemingly wanting to return to their original position. However, under Wen Yan's suppression, his limbs kept cycling between recovery and breaking.
