"It hurts... it hurts... it's killing me..."
Yellow Hair grimaced in pain, feeling as if his wrist was about to be crushed.
At this moment, all his previous arrogance vanished, and he only wanted to pull his wrist from the other's grip.
He no longer cared about women or anything else.
Opposite him, Tie Xiong stood expressionless, his hands like iron clamps, continuing to apply pressure.
In fact, Tie Xiong was also quite astonished inside.
He felt that his strength seemed to have increased significantly.
He hadn't even used thirty percent of his strength, yet the other person couldn't withstand it.
If he went straight to fifty percent, wouldn't he shatter Yellow Hair's wrist?
Why had his strength increased so much?
Could it be...
As he thought, he quickly recalled the warm stream he felt from the Evil Ghost statue after killing two men in the forest earlier.
Could the source of his strength be that warm stream?
