"D*mn! No!" "If you don't believe it, just take a look for yourself." "Bump bump bump!" Just after Liu Feng and Wei Zixuan finished talking, the competition on the ring officially begun. The Indian named Zhama Tuoba attacked with a boxing combination at the very first. He showed no intention of testing his opponent's strength. Yan Ming was naturally not afraid of a foreigner. He confronted Zhama Tuoba, and fought back while defending himself. He wanted to launch a wonderful fight against his rival. However, Yan Ming was wrong. Zhama Tuoba's heavy punches were like two sledgehammers, which made his arms numb and made him kept getting back. It was diamond cut diamond when they confronted each other. Within ten moves, Yan Ming felt that half of his body was to get numb. What was even more terrifying was that his confidence and his own ability to react instantly reduced to the point. "It's a pity that th

After hanging up the phone, Samurai Akirata showed a grim and confident smile on his face. "With that medicine, my body function can be tripled in three minutes. Liu Feng, I originally planned to beat you to death in the ring. But now I have changed my mind. Instead, I will disable you and watch you kneel down in the ring, and say that you are worse than pigs and dogs. Hehe!" Liu Feng's matches ended without any suspense, and his opponents didn't put up any resistance. However, as his opponents were ordinary college students, Liu Feng didn't deal with them seriously. After finishing the matches, he even gave instructions to his opponents on the spot. "How different and good Liu Feng is! On the contrary, the Japanese guy's bearing is nothing compared to Liu Feng's." "Don't compare that Japanese guy to Liu Feng, they don't belong in the same world at all." "I just can't wait to watch Liu Feng's next match. He may be

The conversation between Liu Feng and Samurai Akirata was so low that only the referee on the ring could hear. Since they talked in Japanese, the referee couldn't understand even if he could hear. After saying the harsh words, Liu Feng suddenly increased his speed. Although he only increased a little, he completely crushed his opponent. "Bump bump bump!" The audience heard the sound of fighting and felt enthusiastic once again. Liu Feng threw a fit and he attacked his opponent strongly. He hit Samurai Akirata at his forehead with a powerful swinging punch. And then, Liu Feng played straight punches, hooks, jabs, etc., and all the continuous punches slammed onto Samurai Akirata's face. Under the sharp attacks of Liu Feng, Samurai Akirata was beaten to retreat repeatedly. Even if he held his hands up to protect his head, Liu Feng's fist could hit him from the gap between his arms.

"Big Boss, I'm staying in Nanjing. If you always do it by yourself, it will seem that my soul-reaper messenger is so useless. Give him to me." Just then, the handsome, half-blooded Haiyer came out of the corner of the corridor. Today, it was unknown what Haiyer would do. He wore a stiff suit, a white shirt, and a tie. He combed his hair carefully. It smelt like he wore cologne, which showed he was exquisite and awkwardly adorable. Liu Feng said with a smile, "If you want to play, I'll give him to you." "Liu Feng, you're the one I'm going to hit," Ouyang Xiaofeng said with a cold face. Before Liu Feng replied, Haiyer hurriedly said, "You do not deserve to fight my Big Boss. Of course, if you can beat me, my Big Boss will fight you." 666 "Hmph!" Ouyang Xiaofeng snorted coldly, raised his hand and pressed the button to open the lift, then stepped into it. "Go up to the rooftop. I just hit

On the grandstand of the gymnasium, a gasping sound could be heard. How painful would it feel, getting so many of your teeth punched? Even if it was the hateful Zhama Tuoba, everyone could feel his pain. Whirr! Zhama Tuoba, lying inside the ring, was breathing heavily, and for the first time, his eyes showed a tinge of fear. But this Indian Aasan's brain was a bit slow. He was afraid, but had to pretend to be tough and said, "I think I just lost in speed. If it is measured by toughness, you can't beat me." "Bullsh*t!" At least half of the spectators in the stands, laughed at this fool. "You Indian fool, he is so fast, so why would he use toughness to confront you?" "You take a gun, and he takes a knife. If you fight, will you not use the gun, but find a knife to cut him?" "No wonder your country is so backward. If everyone's IQ is like yours, there is no way