C85 Cripple One Hand!

Qiao Gao's Dragon Confining Hand gripped Shao Tong's iron fist firmly. Shaking his head slightly, he said, "You're not quite there yet. You can't break through my defense."

"Let go!" Shao Tong growled through gritted teeth, his face flushed with anger. He tried with all his might to pull his fist back, but Qiao Gao's grip was like a vice, immovable.

Qiao Gao applied a bit more pressure