Nan Shuai bent his fingers and stretched his muscles at the same time.
"Have you ever beaten someone without using your attributes?"
"?"
The next second, Nan Shuai appeared beside Zhan Zhaolin like a ghost and grabbed his hand before he could even react.
But at this moment, Zhan Zhaolin couldn't move when he came into contact with Nan Shuai.
It was as if he was frozen in place, at his mercy.
"The first move of the Nan style is to make you fly." Nan Shuai kicked him into the sky. Different from using attributes to beat people, this kind of brute force is used.
At most, I'll stay in bed for two or three days.
Even someone as strong as Zhan Zhaolin only suffered minor injuries.
“…” Zhan Zhaolin never expected this.
Although Nan Shuai looks weak, he is very strong.
Before he could experience the feeling of flying, Nan Shuai kicked him back to the ground: "The second move of the Nan style will allow you to enter the ground without a door."
“…”
Then came a series of moves that had never been heard of before, all from their southern style, and Zhan Zhaolin was really like meat on the chopping board.
At the mercy of others.
By the end of the tenth move, Zhan Zhaolin was already covered in dust.
His face looked very ugly.
"Oh, I forgot one thing." Seeing Zhan Zhaolin still on the competition stage, Nan Shuai pushed him down with his butt.
"Southern Style Eleventh, Butt Squeeze, Get Down."
“…”
that's all.
Even the attributes were useless, Zhan Zhaolin stepped down easily, and only after he fell off the stage could he move his body.
Zhan Zhaolin, who had just left, pointed at him. Ending in such a shameful way, he felt even more resentful towards Shang Nanshuai: "You...you..."
"Everyone says that levels don't work with me." Nan Shuai disagreed.
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