"Dang!"

With a loud sound, the referee immediately moved away from them, as if hiding from the plague god.

Hong Chi looked at Li Feihong, who was thinner than him, his eyes were full of disdain, and he didn't even bother to jump. However, he saw that Li Feihong did not have a step, just stood quietly.

Hong Chi rushed over, a heavy swing hit the door, the right fist wrapped in black boxing gloves seemed to rush out, like a meteor hammer, "whoosh" only hit up, Hong Chi was confident, even a tiger would be stunned by his punch.

But Li Feihong is not a tiger.

He's the King of Hunts!

I saw Li Feihong take a step forward, and when Hong Chi's fist did not arrive, he pointed his left elbow at the inner bend of Hong Chi's arm, and then hit the door with his right fist. There was a sore numbness in the inner bend of Hong Chi's right arm, and he saw Li Feihong's right fist hit him, and subconsciously blocked it with his left arm. Unexpectedly, Li Feihong attacked up and down, the right fist was just a false move, his right foot was raised early, and he kicked off Hong Chi's left foot with a side kick. When it's too late, it's too fast Hong Chi couldn't help but kneel, and was hit by Li Feihong's right knee on his chin, and his head fell backwards.

"Oh! What just happened? I can't believe my eyes! Our god of war, Hong Chi, was instantly knocked down by that college student!"

The audience erupted in a strong exclamation, and they couldn't believe their eyes, if the God of War was so easy to defeat, he would have been defeated a long time ago. In this way, this young man is simply incredible.

The referee hurriedly ran over and began to call the count.

“1！2！3！4！5！6！7！8！”

"He's on his feet! On the eighth count! Oh my God, I've never seen him take eight seconds to get up like that! But I'm sure it was just a moment of negligence on his part, and the real game began!"

Hong Chi shook his head and squeezed his chin with his fist again. Apparently not lightly beaten.

That knee on top just now is really strong!

I'm going to be serious now, though!

He jumped up gently, his legs swinging rhythmically, sometimes fast and sometimes slow.

"Wow! Our god of war has begun to get serious, and he has performed his characteristic butterfly step! The irregular swing of her legs makes it impossible for his enemies to see his steps, and her provocative posture is the magic weapon of its victory! What can Li Feihong do now?" the narrator roared excitedly, once again bringing cheers from the audience.

"Hong Chi, that kid is serious!" Yan Chubing, who saw this scene, said with a smile: "It's time for the game to end!"

"No, I don't think Li Feihong will lose. Luo Fu muttered.

"Oh, are you so optimistic about that kid?" Yan Chubing looked away at him, "Why don't we gamble, if Hong Chi wins, forget it, if Li Feihong wins, I will give Hong Chi directly to you." What do you think?"

"Well...... this"

"Isn't Director Luo quite optimistic about him?"

"Okay, that's a deal!" Luo Fu hesitated in his mouth, but he actually knew very well in his heart: The momentum of Li Feihong's sword, the calmness of that part, how did it look like he had killed fewer people? This kind of person can judge whether he is his opponent when he sees the target, and once he decides to do it, he will be very sure, otherwise he will die a long time ago.

Back on stage, Hong Chi used butterfly steps to move around Li Feihong. Li Feihong remained motionless, waiting for him to attack.

Hong Chi is a little contradictory, this butterfly step originally had three functions, one is to punch so that people don't see the previous footsteps, the second is to provoke the enemy to shoot, and the third is to facilitate the evasion of others' attacks, but Li Feihong didn't come to fight, but seeing that he looked calm, he felt a little wrong.

The next moment, he shot again.

This time there was no warning, and the shot was like lightning, but as soon as Li Feihong retreated, Hong Chi's fist was retracted. His punch was just a test move, but it didn't seem to be of much use.

But when Hong Chi had just collected half of his fist, Li Feihong made a lightning strike in an instant, and hit his jaw with a blow. Hong Chi hurriedly lowered his head, but saw that Li Feihong was on his knee again, but fortunately, Hong Chi's left hand happened to subconsciously block it.

Hong Chi took advantage of the impact force of Li Feihong's knee to push his head straight to Li Feihong's lower abdomen in disguise, resisted the elbow blow on his back, hugged him around his waist, and was blown away by the referee after a few seconds of stalemate.

"Wow! What's going on? Our god of war is showing the upper hand at the moment! How the hell did he do it? What is the origin of this student at the University of Sydrape?"

Hong Chi looked at Li Feihong coldly, this time he felt that he had met the most difficult opponent. He never seems to have a flaw, never wastes any strength in his body, and always makes a move at the most appropriate time. Such an opponent is really terrifying!

Li Feihong looked at Hong Chi's timid look, and felt funny in his heart.

Maybe you don't attack, change me to attack!

Li Feihong took the initiative to attack this time, and a straight punch hit his face, and Hong Chi protected his face with both arms. But Li Feihong actually stopped his pace, took a step forward diagonally to the right, and hit Hong Chi's abdomen with his left fist, making a "bang" sound.

Hong Chi was in pain, but instead of retreating, he took advantage of the situation to hug Li Feihong's arm and fell over-the-shoulder with his backhand. But seeing that Li Feihong shrank up like a spirit monkey, he kicked Hong Chi in the ribs. Hong Chi couldn't stand it, retreated one after another, and was hooked by Li Feihong's feet, and immediately couldn't stop the backward trend, and kept hitting the guardrail, but it didn't stop, just flipped backwards and fell!

"Be careful!" exclaimed the narrator.

There was a protruding iron block behind the ring, and if Hong Chi rolled around the railing, the back of his head would definitely hit the iron block, and then Hong Chi's head would only fall into a broken scoop.

Hong Chi was also shocked in his heart, and he knew very well what the result would be if he had been in the ring for many years.

Looks like my life is coming to an end!

Some viewers also subconsciously hugged their heads and exclaimed.

A generation of God of War is about to fall!

Is it?

At this moment, Li Feihong suddenly stepped forward, put a foot on Hong Chi's back, grabbed his legs with both hands and pulled him hard, pulling him out of the abyss.

"Roar! Li Feihong saved Hong Chi! It seems that Mr. Hong Chi has survived the disaster! What? He waved his hand to signal that he did not want to fight again. In this way, the victor is Mr. Li Feihong! Let us cheer again!"

In the cheers of the audience, Li Feihong walked off the stage.

"How's that? I'm right!" laughed Rofo.

"I really can't think of it!" Yan Chubing shook his head with a wry smile.

"That Flood ......"

"Since there is a gambling agreement in advance, then Hong Chi is yours!"

"Hello!Boss Yan!" Luo Fu laughed and walked out, along with his men.

Now, he's going to meet a new warrior.

"Boss!" a subordinate walked up to Yan Chubing: "Was our top card taken away by the one surnamed Luo like this?"

Yan Chubing smiled.

"You see, sampola is the big fish, we are the small shrimp. In this territory, going against Sampaola is simply looking for death! So why don't you take this opportunity and give it as a gift to Sampaola. Without Hongqi, we will be able to win at least three years of development in the future. You say, is this deal worth it?"