"Fight! Fight! Beat him to death!"
"Fuck! Move! Yes, dodge! You motherfucker..."
"Hit his temple! Another punch!"
...
At this moment, the boxing ring was filled with noise as scions of prominent families shouted frantically at the two fighters in the cage below.
They had all placed their bets, with the vast majority wagering on Poison Hand Lin Cong; however, a very few opportunist fellows had bet on Zhang Zhan.
But as they witnessed the fight, those family heirs who had bet on Zhang Zhan were extremely disappointed!
The fighting skills of the two men were simply not on the same level!
Poison Hand Lin Cong, the undisputed bronze Boxing King of the Batian Club, was especially ruthless at that moment, throwing punches and elbows so ferociously that Zhang Zhan hardly had any capacity to fight back.
Ye Feng sat quietly in his seat, watching the fight below. He could tell that Zhang Zhan wouldn't last much longer.
