In fact, Fang Yu also had itchy fists.
Seeing the earnest King of Boxing, he hesitated for a moment and then said: "Alright, since you want to fight, let's have a match. But let's agree, not to hit the face, I make a living with my face!"
The two went to the beachside, facing the slightly fishy sea breeze, which dispersed the heat of the blistering summer day. Standing apart from each other, one on the left and one on the right, their gazes locked onto each other.
When Fang Yu was standing there, they knew that although eight years had passed, Fang Yu's skills had not been wasted.
Even as times change and things are no longer the same, the aura and inherent dominance cannot be changed.
"Give it your all, don't take it lightly," a big shot watching from the side said.
"Okay!"
As soon as the words were spoken, the King of Boxing moved, sand splattered, and dust flew.
Whoosh!
