As he spoke, he immediately reached out his hand, directly grabbing at Zhou Yingting.
Zhou Yingting had adopted this stance, and it easily sparked his anger, preparing to show Zhou Yingting some serious consequences.
Zhou Yingting saw this and remained completely unfazed, even looked pleased seeing the opponent take the initiative to attack.
Then, Zhou Yingting directly reached out, grasping the opponent's hand, and before the opponent could react, gave a gentle squeeze.
The next moment, a cracking sound rang out.
Then he saw the opponent's hand being kneaded into various shapes like cotton within Zhou Yingting's grasp.
Ding Yuzhen instantly felt an irresistible immense power transmitted from Zhou Yingting's hand.
Soon after, this stabbing pain made his face turn pale, and he cried out involuntarily.
"What're you yelling for!"
Hearing this piercing scream, Zhou Yingting furrowed his brow, feeling a bit impatient.
He quickly struck and dislocated the opponent's jaw.
