Fu Zhi continued to shower Ouyang Ya with a barrage of fists.
Bam—Bam—Bam.
The sound of her beating Ouyang Ya had drowned out the gunfire.
The crowd could see clearly that Ouyang Ya, who had always been extremely strong in close combat, looked like an unarmed three-year-old toddler in Fu Zhi's hands!
Ouyang Ya was stunned by Fu Zhi's relentless attack. Right now, she could only leave everything to her battle instinct to parry Fu Zhi's attack. Just as Fu Zhi was about to perform the back suplex on her, she saw her chance and raised her hand to grab Fu Zhi's midriff, but to no avail. Fu Zhi saw right through her intention and countered by grabbing her hand back. Then, before Ouyang Ya could even realize it, the world in her line of vision turned upside down, and a second later, she was thrown into the swamp, causing the peat to splash into the air.
Ouyang Ya was unable to fight back. She opened her mouth and hissed, "Fu Zhi, how dare you!"
