Yuan Dao frowned slightly, wiped the spit on his body that was spit by Cheng Qingsong just now, and his eyes instantly became cold.

It is common for young people to be arrogant, and there is nothing wrong with this, after all, they are young and frivolous! But if they go too far, they are conceited! They are stupid donkeys!

Even if you look weak on the outside, you can't use words to make personal attacks!

It seems that this kid was not taught well when he was studying abroad!

It seems that it is time to teach this kid a lesson instead of Cheng Qinglime and his mother-in-law! How much hardship the daughter-in-law has suffered for him to study abroad, if Lime knows that this kid is now this kind of virtue, I am afraid that she will be disappointed and cry again!

Without saying anything, Yuan Dao walked over, took off a pair of boxing gloves from the wall, and put them on his fists.

"Hmph, it seems...... Are you going to kneel down and give me an honest answer?"

Seeing Yuan Dao wearing boxing gloves, Cheng Qingsong suddenly narrowed his eyes slightly, and his face became a little hideous.

"Cheng Qingsong, if you have a little conscience, you won't become like this, I can't care about other people, but you're too sorry for your sister, right? Since that's the case, then I have to take your sister's place to teach you a good lesson!" Yuan Dao said coldly.

"Hahaha...... It's really the sun coming out in the west! The weak chicken also vainly wants to teach me a lesson? Okay, good! You've talked to this point, then I'll have to break your jaw bone! Let's see if you dare to talk to me like this in the future!"

Cheng Qingsong let out a contemptuous and arrogant laugh.

"Don't talk nonsense, come on! No matter how capable you are, use it, just beckon to me! If your fist gloves can touch any part of my body, even if I lose!" Yuan Dao waved his hand and asked Cheng Qingsong to stop talking nonsense.

"I won a medal in school for an elective sanda class! You are so sloppy in front of me, I really don't know how many pounds and taels you have! Then I'll weigh how many pounds and taels you have!"

In Cheng Qingsong's eyes, Yuan Dao was too arrogant to say such a thing! And he had already made up his mind, and then he used his strongest trick to put on his legs, and knocked out this hateful guy with one leg, to see if he had anything else to say!

After speaking, Cheng Qingsong gritted his teeth, his face became a little more hideous, he roared, raised one leg high, and directly 'slashed' towards the face door of Yuan Dao.

This trick is his most proud split! Once in the school's assessment ring, it was this trick that allowed him to defeat a well-known opponent in the school and win a medal.

Cheng Qingsong's movements seem to be very sharp, but in the eyes of Yuan Dao, they are full of loopholes, and the speed can't be slower! It's like a street brush, not professional at all!

Yuan Dao just moved his steps slightly at the moment when Cheng Qingsong's splitting leg smashed down on the door in front of him, his body only swung sideways a small amplitude, and Cheng Qingsong's splitting leg almost rubbed the tip of Yuan Dao's nose and smashed down.

For the control of distance and strength, Yuan Dao has been able to achieve the realm of meticulousness! It is only a few centimeters to the right that his footsteps are moved.

With a muffled bang, Cheng Qingsong's powerful leg slammed into the ring floor.

At this moment, Cheng Qingsong showed a painful expression on his face, he hurriedly stood up, shrunk his feet, and rubbed his heels with his fist gloves.

The blow just now, he used 100% of his strength, so he wanted to knock out Yuan Dao with one kick, so that this guy who was full of wild words could take a good look at his strength, but he didn't expect to kick it empty!

The floor of the ring is not like the walls covered with a thick layer of plastic foam, the floor is hardwood, and if it is soft, it is impossible to fight boxing.

kicked in the air, and kicked firmly on the hardwood, which hurt Cheng Qingsong and grinned.

"I'll it! I almost broke my heel!" Cheng Qingsong muttered with a hideous face: "I was able to kick him just now! How could I not kick him! I didn't even see him move!"

Yuan Dao's footsteps only moved a few centimeters slightly and quickly, and Cheng Qingsong's attention just now was all on Yuan Dao's head, of course, he didn't see Yuan Dao's extremely fast footsteps.

"Young man, if you fight again, you're going to toss yourself to the point of being in a wheelchair!" Yuan Daowu smiled to himself.

"Bah!

Cheng Qingsong spat on the ground, gritted his teeth and stood up, waving his fist towards Yuan Dao.

This is a combination punch that looks beautiful in appearance, and it seems to be invulnerable on the surface, if this combination punch hits Yuan Dao, it will definitely hit Yuan Dao to the ground!

But in Yuan Dao's eyes, Cheng Qingsong's combination boxing is the same as his split leg just now, it is full of loopholes, and it is just a false appearance, and it is practiced in order to pursue the beauty of the action!

The fist and leg techniques practiced by Yuan Dao were all fatal moves! There was no showmanship! Because the environment in which the two of them lived was different! As a result, the purpose of their practice of fist and leg techniques was also different.

Yuan Dao used to be in an extremely harsh living environment, and he could be attacked by killers at any time, so the punches and legs he practiced were extremely powerful, and they were all fatal with one blow!

And Cheng Qingsong's practice of leg boxing is just for the audience under the ring to appreciate! Therefore, there is no fatal move, and the movements are very good-looking and eye-catching.

"Full of loopholes!

Seeing Cheng Qingsong swinging his fist at him, Yuan Dao muttered to himself with some disappointment.

Subsequently, Yuan Dao kept changing his footwork, and the distance of each move was only a few centimeters, which can be said to be very subtle, Cheng Qingsong's every fist almost flew past Yuan Dao's body or cheek, but he couldn't touch any part of Yuan Dao's body at all.

In Yuan Dao's eyes, Cheng Qingsong's movements were too slow, and even, before Cheng Qingsong threw the next punch, Yuan Dao could know the trajectory of his next punch in advance, so that he could easily change his position in advance, and then dodge Cheng Qingsong's fist.

"! Why can't I hit him once!"

Cheng Qingsong, who had swung dozens of punches in a row, finally became angry, furious!