"I'll teach you how the fist is powered."
Li Ang's voice had just reached Nie Zhaofeng's ears when his fist had already struck his chest.
He hadn't even seen clearly when exactly the punch had been thrown.
The next moment, a sudden suffocating sensation in his chest made his vision go dark, and his body staggered backward several steps, falling into the crowd off the stage.
Break Limit Point +0.1
"This is clearly a martial arts performance, and I thought it was a real fight, how boring."
"Exactly, the kick came at him, and he just caught it with his hand, then with one punch, he knocked down a sturdy man who's almost one meter ninety. If they weren't acting, I would be willing to lick his boots."
"Why do I feel like I'm watching a kung fu movie? How is this different from what we see in other rings?"
"It's over this quickly? It hasn't even been thirty seconds yet, the others fight for at least three to five minutes."
