Fang Cheng suddenly struck, his movements swift as lightning, grabbing the gun-wielding wrist and twisting it forcefully.
With a "crack" sound, the wrist bone broke with a snap, the handgun immediately lost control, and "clang" fell to the ground.
Following that, the palm sliced towards the bald man's throat.
Another "crack" was heard, and the bald man's neck involuntarily tilted to the side, his body limp and falling down.
In just two moves, he cleanly and efficiently dealt with the enemy, causing the spectators around to gasp in shock.
Thus, a sparring session came to an end.
The short and stout bandit witnessed this, already pale with fright, his legs trembling.
The shovel intended to boost his courage was now gripped tightly by him as he continually retreated backward.
The dry branches and fallen leaves underfoot crunched with a "rustle" at each step, filled with panic and fear.
"Wait, I surrender, I have a big secret I can tell you..."
