I'm afraid he will be at a disadvantage.
When Lin Chen saw Gao Jun's composed demeanor, he too became agitated, and the next second, his left foot stomped fiercely on the platform, charging towards Gao Jun.
His right fist clenched tight, intending to directly mar Gao Jun's face.
But Gao Jun merely tilted his head slightly, avoiding the punch.
Before Lin Chen could react, Gao Jun's left fist swung out smoothly, striking him squarely on the waist.
Although wearing a protective gear, the punch still hurt enough to make him stagger back two steps.
Lin Chen, refusing to believe it, thought Gao Jun had simply landed a lucky blow.
He took a moment to collect himself and adjust, then charged once more.
The next second.
Gao Jun even raised his leg higher, kicking Lin Chen squarely in the chest.
Before he could fall, Gao Jun pressed on, swinging his fists.
Even with gloves on, the speed and strength were formidable.
Lin Chen was utterly flummoxed.
