Milton Cheney didn't hesitate. He got up and walked into the study.
"Close the door."
Milton closed the door of the study.
Carson Dutton took a careful look at Milton's body.
"Throw a punch at me."
"Boom!!"
The moment he opened his mouth, a fist stopped in front of his eyes.
The hair on his forehead was even lifted by the fist wind.
"Such fast speed!"
Carson's eyes sparkled.
This speed is almost as good as his.
However, there are still many problems, but he is definitely a good seed for boxing. At this moment, he had the intention to accept a disciple again.
Milton collected his punch without speaking.
His heart was actually somewhat surprised.
His punch was extremely fast and came very suddenly.
But Carson, who was in front of him, didn't even blink.
This was a kind of confidence, more like a special will.
"Your punch has form, but lacks spirit and intention, just like a robot, not like a Boxing Master."
Carson opened his mouth and pointed out the problem.
