As Zhou Pojun's words fell, the entire venue fell silent.
Gu Sen and Wang Meng, who were easily defeated, didn't dare utter a word, standing with a gloomy appearance.
This was beyond everyone's expectation.
You know, these two were famous for their volatile arrogance in the underground arena, and many martial artists had died at their hands.
But now, both of them had been conquered by the same person, and what's more, they were conquered with ease.
"Pojun, let's spar," Chen Feng offered as he stepped onto the ring.
Upon hearing this, Zhou Pojun's face changed slightly. He hurriedly knelt before Chen Feng, "Big brother, I dare not; I am not a match for you."
"Stand up."
Chen Feng pulled Zhou Pojun to his feet.
In a grave voice, Zhou Pojun said, "Brother, even ten thousand of me combined would not be a match for you. Please, stop teasing me."
