Jiang Di's fist was only a few centimeters away from Jin Ren's face.
Could it be that... it missed the target?
Jin Ren's head buzzed. Jiang Di's punch didn't hit him, but it left him feeling shaken.
Even a three-year-old kid, when he decides to punch, it is impossible for him to punch empty, but Jiang Di punched empty!
Jiang Di's fist landed right next to Jin Ren's face, and he could even feel the coldness and ridicule caused by the fist tearing through the air.[
There is only one possibility. Jiang Di did this on purpose.
Zhou Ming, who was following Jiang Di, also discovered this change, and his heart became extremely cold in an instant.
Jiang Di's fist did not follow the trajectory it should have, and his body naturally tilted a little. It was this slight tilt that disrupted Zhou Ming's entire plan.
He had already calculated everything clearly. As long as Jiang Di's punch came out, his punch would follow.
When Jiang Di failed, his punches would naturally fail as well.
Zhou Ming's heart went blank as his fist passed over Jiang Di's shoulder, just a few centimeters away from Jiang Di's neck.
Jiang Di actually figured it all out clearly. But when did he...
Zhou Ming didn't even have time to calculate, analyze, or be afraid when he saw Jiang Di's twisted smiling face.
The twisted smile like a devil shattered all Zhou Ming's defenses in an instant.
"You're still young." Jiang Di spat out three words lightly, then raised his arm suddenly and grabbed Zhou Ming's outstretched fist, followed by a "stuck"...
Severe pain instantly spread throughout Zhou Ming's entire body, but he bit his lip, which was even broken and bleeding, and he didn't make a sound.
The arm is broken.
No one knows the extent of his injury better than Zhou Ming.
"Hehe..." Jiang Di smiled, then raised his leg and kicked Zhou Ming in the abdomen.
Zhou Ming flew three to four meters away and lay helplessly on the ground like a cockroach that had been crushed.
"Second brother!"
"Brother Ming!"
Everyone shouted out together, and all kinds of words of concern lingered in Zhou Ming's ears. Of course his consciousness was awake, but he had no face to raise his head. He was afraid to see the faces that should be full of expectation and joy.
——What expressions do they have at this time?[
With his broken arm, he feebly grabbed a handful of dirt from the ground, letting the severe pain spread out wantonly in his body.