"Now, let's fight to the death!”
Chu Feng's ice-cold words made Xu Xiaodong feel a little pressured.
However, when he saw Chu Feng's young and handsome face, he laughed again.
"You're the first person who dares to tell me to fight to the death.”
"As for the other so-called martial arts experts, when they go up on stage, they emphasize that they should stop.”
"They were all killed by my 'accidental'.”
"I hope you can still stand on the stage later!”
The Killer Fist King didn't waste any more words and drove towards Chu Feng like a tank.
It had a huge body and heavy footsteps.
Dong dong dong!
The aura of savagery and slaughter assaulted his senses.
A fist the size of a sandbag smashed straight towards Chu Feng's face.
Not long ago, the same fist had smashed into Zhao Ling 'er's grandfather's face.
The bloodstains on the arena had yet to dry.
The smell of blood was still faintly discernible.
Zhao Ling 'er was stopped by a few other martial arts enthusiasts. Some of Xu Xiaodong's fans, as well as foreigners who had some relationship with Xu Xiaodong, also stood in front of her.
Their faces were filled with excitement.
"Fight! Fight! Kill him!"
"Since it's a battle of life and death, then die!”
"What is martial arts?"
"You actually dare to enter the arena? Did he still think that it was the martial arts from a hundred years ago?”
"You overestimate yourself and don't know what's good for you!"
" Boxing King, you can do it. Boxing King will win!"
These voices that sounded like they were injected with stimulants almost drowned out the worried voices of Zhao Ling 'er and the others.
Soon, these voices suddenly quieted down, followed by even more excited voices.
"F * ck, this Chu Feng actually blocked the Fist King's punch again!”
"Haha, he wasn't killed by a single punch? They could finally see an even more exciting scene.”
"Yeah, yeah. In the past, it was basically a one-punch KO. It was simply too boring.”
"Do you think this Chu Feng really has a chance to defeat Xu Xiaodong?”
"How is that possible? Don't you know what kind of trash Chinese martial arts is?”
"Speaking of which, Chinese martial arts is our Dragon Country's Chinese martial arts after all. As a Dragon Country citizen, it's really too depressing to watch people say that Chinese martial arts are just fancy moves!”
"Isn't that so? If I were a martial arts expert, I would have gone on stage a long time ago!”
Some of the silent onlookers saw that Chu Feng hadn't been immediately KO 'ed and seemed to have seen some hope.
A few martial arts enthusiasts who had been standing beside Chu Feng waved their fists and cheered for him.
Zhao Ling 'er couldn't go up the stage for a while. She watched Chu Feng fight Xu Xiaodong with a body much thinner than the Killer Fist King's. She couldn't help but tear up.
"Grandfather is right. Chinese martial arts is not dead yet, not dead yet!”
Bang!
On the stage, Chu Feng and Xu Xiaodong exchanged blows for the sixth time.
"You're not bad. You're worthy of me taking you seriously.”Xu Xiaodong's fists collided, making a violent sound.
His eyes narrowed. Every time he did this, it would not take long for his opponent to fall miserably on the stage.
His fans knew this very well.
Instantly, they became even more excited.
"Kill him!"
"Kill him!"
"Kill him!"
The cheers grew louder and louder, making Zhao Ling 'er feel sad.
"Don't these foreigners understand the current situation of our Dragon Country?”
"Sigh, this Chu Feng is really in danger now.”
"What a pity. If he had listened to me and laid low for the time being, he really had a chance to defeat Xu Xiaodong in the future!”
Naturally, Chu Feng couldn't hear the shouts in Zhao Ling 'er's heart.
However, the cheers of Xu Xiaodong's fans below the stage could be heard very clearly.
At this time, Xu Xiaodong said again,"
"You heard it too. My fans want me to beat you to death.”
"Do you think I should beat you to death?”
"Kill me?" Chu Feng sneered. I'll kill you first!"
Chu Feng hadn't fully adapted to the strength of the martial fanatic Feng Yuxiu just now.
It was like driving a sports car for the first time. He needed to run at a low speed first before driving at a high speed.
Having basically adapted to his body's current strength, Chu Feng couldn't be bothered to say any more nonsense. He directly charged out like a cannonball.
Cannon Fist!
A fist that was like a cannonball!
[PS: Thank you, brothers. You're amazing. There are more than 14,000 flowers!]
My brothers are awesome!
The author is eternally grateful. I will definitely work hard to write and update my novel in return!
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