Just in the blink of an eye!
Neither Monk Zhi Cheng, Xi Bing, nor the other monks could see what happened. Ye Qiu made his move in an instant, directly grabbing Monk Zhi Cheng's fist, then with a slight exertion of force, immediately broke Monk Zhi Cheng's wrist.
"Ah!!!"
Monk Zhi Cheng screamed in agony, the intense pain turning his whole face bright red.
"How is this possible?"
Monk Zhi Cheng looked at Ye Qiu in disbelief. As the steward of the Outer Courtyard, he was confident in his strength, never expecting to be so easily defeated by Ye Qiu.
Defeated in just one move...
Monk Zhi Cheng could not accept such a result; in front of so many Shaolin Temple disciples, having his wrist broken instantly made him feel utterly humiliated.
He gave a low shout, exploded with full strength, trying to resist. However, it was completely useless!
Ye Qiu still held his wrist, and moreover at a crucial acupuncture point, making it impossible for him to exert his strength.
