,"Don't understand, is that it?" Ancestor of the Second Generation nodded, circling around Nathan Moore with a wicked smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. While speaking, he had already swung his fist, rapidly striking towards Nathan Moore.
"Today, young master here will show you!"
Nathan Moore shifted his body to the side, still holding onto Titus Zane's wrist with one hand, and with just that one hand, he restrained the arrogant Ancestor of the Second Generation.
"Ouch, ouch, it's broken, let go, let go..." Ancestor of the Second Generation kept wailing in pain, the wrist that had swung at Nathan Moore was tightly clamped and twisted behind his back.
Nathan Moore looked at him coldly, but there wasn't the slightest softening in his handsome face.
Titus Zane had some understanding of Nathan Moore's combat skills; although she had never seen him fight with others, she had experienced it firsthand.
