Chen Yang didn't know how many times he had kicked Li Zaidong away, but as Li Zaidong felt the pain in his body, he was completely terrified in his heart.
The smiling young man on the stage was not human at all; he was a demon.
Li Zaidong regretted showing off in Huaxia and regretted initiating this challenge.
He had believed that there were no super masters among the common people of Huaxia and that the major factions wouldn't care about such matters, which is why he was so full of confidence.
But he never expected someone like Chen Yang to emerge.
"Banana ball."
Suddenly, Chen Yang shouted and with a leap delivered a kick that sent Li Zaidong flying over ten meters, crashing onto the judges' table outside the arena, smashing the table into pieces and falling to the ground, motionless.
Li Zaidong was covered in blood, his condition pathetic and shocking to behold.
"It looks like the fight is over."
