Bang! Bang!
Inside the training ground.
Two figures violently collide.
Fists, knees, elbows...most parts of the body have become weapons.
But after only two or three hits, Gu Yuebo retreats a few steps, an expression of pain on his face. He looks at his hands, feeling like his bones are about to split apart.
"I've lost..."
He sighs, staring at a young man with a round face across from him.
Clap, clap!
Around the training ground, Cheng Feng steps forward, clapping: "Master Wang's Iron Body Skill is simply divine... I give in for tomorrow's competition."
As the boss of his fighting club, Cheng Feng did not wish for his establishment to lose face in front of the media, so he arranged a 'friendly match' tonight.
As it turns out, even his strongest fighter, Gu Yuebo, is no match for Wang Chaoqun.
If that's the case, there's no point in having the match tomorrow and embarrassing themselves.
