Straight punch, jab, jab, dodge, dodge, guard, side kick, straight punch, left hook, right hook, knockdown! Smash head, smash head, smash head, smash head, smash head! The head exploded!
"Clean and crisp..."
Li Pan squinted his eyes, watching the whirlwind of attacks in the ring, as the boxer Hu An swung his iron fists, turning his opponent into mincemeat, and then without even catching a breath, turned and walked away.
The strength the opponent demonstrated was definitely MT380 level, swinging heavy punches that knocked someone out in two hits, and the agility in dodging and defending was clearly that of a central nervous system accelerator implant. What's more, the other party could completely control these custom prosthetic bodies, which in terms of combat power, was not too far off from Li Pan's Nine Yin Fourth Turn body or the company's first phase combat Fishman.
Old Wu nodded as well,
