In the fleeting moment their fingers interlocked, Sun Yixie exerted force with his fingers forward, pressing his wrist downwards, twisting the thug's forearm backward into an odd angle with a cracking sound. The intense pain and pressure from the joint caused the thug to instinctively kneel, wailing in agony.
His cries lasted only three seconds because, by the third second, he was struck in the face by Brother Sun's knee and instantly passed out on the floor.
"Da Di, the quality of your men seems a bit lacking, why do they start with foul language?" Sun Yixie said, releasing the thug's hand and stepping over his body and walking two steps forward.
By then, the expressions of those around Da Di had changed.
They were all regular fighters, and although they lacked martial arts skills, they could tell from the few moves Brother Sun showed that he was quite strong.
