Top Master

Zhao Quan was a little annoyed, so his first thought was to kick Bai Lin in the air.    

But in the end, he gave up on this idea. Although he was helpless, the difference in status made him have to bear with it.    

After all, it was not the same as before. In this matter that he had yet to fully understand, stability was the priority.    

At this moment, Bai Lin's face was full of ferociousness, like a venomous snake that had finally found an opportunity to bite out while hiding in the grass.    

What dignity of a boxer? What the strongest means, what fist salute, were all just methods he used to numb Zhao Quan.    

He had always thought that it was enough as long as he could win. The process was not important at all.    

As for the dignity of a boxer, that was even more so a shit-like thing. He did not need it.    

"Therefore, he was very pleased with himself. He stared at the bastard sandbag that was still foolishly raising his left arm and roared in his heart." Let's see if you still won't...    

Before the word 'die' could be understood, Bai Lin suddenly realized that Zhao Quan, who was standing in front of him a moment ago, had already disappeared. Furthermore, he didn't understand how Zhao Quan had disappeared. In short, he couldn't find him anymore.    

"Ai, ai, ai..."    

Bai Lin did not understand where Zhao Quan had gone, but he knew very well that his body, which was flying in the air, was getting closer and closer to the steel fence surrounding the boxing ring. He could not come down, nor could he withdraw his legs.    

Usually, the boxing ring was surrounded by elastic rope, in order to avoid the damage caused by the punches.    

However, the boxing ring in the underground boxing ring was obviously different. In order to create visual stimulation such as kicking and bending steel plates, they pulled down the elastic rope to change the steel railings.    

This steel plate was naturally not very thick, and it was very narrow to make it convenient for the boxers to interrupt the curve.    

However, the same convenience now fell on Bai Lin's body. Because his' flying 'posture was too suitable, the steel fence passed through his curled left leg and straight right leg. After a muffled bang, the steel board successfully bent.    

After landing on the ground, Bai Lin's face instantly turned pale. His expression was in extreme pain, and his hands were even tightly covering his crotch...    

In the corner of the boxing arena, Gan Ju swept a glance at Bai Lin who was lying on the ground and laughed gloatingly, "You only have yourself to blame!"    

Towards this kind of shameless guy, she looked down on him from the bottom of her heart.    

Her eyes fell back to the center of the ring, and then she saw Zhao Quan, who was squatting on the ground and leisurely getting up.    

"This guy is really amazing. If I were him, I wouldn't have been able to react in that instant."    

"If it were you, Boss, you should be able to do it, right?"    

When Gan Ju turned her questioning gaze to the side, Ma Kun's shadow was nowhere to be seen.    

On the other hand, on the boxing ring in the distance, a guy limped onto the boxing ring and walked towards Zhao Quan while clenching his fist.    

Zhao Quan was never good at stirring up trouble, but just because he did not stir up trouble did not mean that he was afraid.    

If you dare to bare your teeth, I will dare to pull out your teeth. This is not the time.    

Therefore, the little Bai Lin, who was good at dressing himself, had a deep feeling of what it meant to be sad at this moment.    

After getting up from the boxing ring, he took off the damaged target on his right arm and prepared to take off the new one on his left arm.    

But at this moment, Ma Kun limped onto the stage and said to him, "Put it on, I'll try it on."    

As he spoke, Ma Kun had already walked up to him with a crippled leg, and his leg could reach him.    

Zhao Quan didn't respond. He just stared at Ma Kun in front of him. He didn't know what the boss was thinking.    

"Hehe, what's wrong? You aren't even afraid of a young man like Bai Lin, why are you afraid of a dead cripple like me?"    

Ma Kun smiled very amiably. He looked like an uncle next door.    

However, Zhao Quan did not dare to underestimate him at all. It was not only because of Soong Hui's words, 'Don't even provoke a man with the surname Ma', but also because of the hidden aura of Ma Kun.    

He was very familiar with this kind of aura. During his youth, he had followed Ma San, who had the same aura, to practice his fists on the mountain. Therefore, he was very clear about the true strength behind this kind of person's smile.    

He rubbed his left arm, which was carrying a foot target, and then gathered his strength to lift it up. His expression was filled with seriousness. He was rarely serious.    

Ma Kun's eyes were smiling. "It seems that you are ready. Then, I will start kicking?"    

Zhao Quan nodded solemnly. "Alright!"    

Received reply. Ma Kun used his good leg to support the ground, then twisted his waist and transferred his strength to his large calf. Finally, it landed on his crippled leg and accurately hit the target.    

Everything looked very calm. It felt like a casual kick from a street grandpa. There was no such thing as Bai Lin. That kind of majestic and imposing manner was not as fast as the speed of leaving a shadow behind.    

However, after such an ordinary and indescribable kick, Zhao Quan took three big steps back. Even the steel fence behind him was broken by his body. He turned around to deflect the force, so that he wouldn't fall off the stage.    

It was a very heavy kick. The instant the attack came, it gave him the feeling that there was a huge mountain pouncing towards him. Although its speed wasn't fast, there was nothing that could block it. Those who dared to stop it were all crushed to pieces.    

After withstanding the attack, the soft target immediately shattered and fell to the ground. Zhao Quan's left forearm could not help but tremble.    

This kind of impact had exceeded the range of pain. It made him feel as if his entire arm was uncoordinated like it had been rented. Even the blood and Qi in his body were surging.    

Although he didn't use the Shanren Five Techniques to defend himself, this was definitely a powerful kick!    

Slowly pulling back the lame leg that was pointed diagonally at the air like a long spear, Ma Kun was still Lame Ma, the plain-looking owner of the boxing field.    

He smiled and said to Zhao Quan, "Not bad. You have this kind of ability at such a young age. It's rare that you will be my sparring partner in the future."    

Zhao Quan, who was standing at the edge of the boxing ring, stared at Ma Kun for a while and asked, "Can you fight back?"    

Upper Class and Ma Kun shook their heads. Zhao Quan asked again, "Can you wear a target now?"    

Ma Kun laughed, "You really have a good temper. Why are you in such a hurry to return it? Young man, grind your temper!"    

Zhao Quan asked, "A young man whose temper has been grinded, or is he still a young man?"    

Ma Kun was slightly stunned, and then he nodded with a smile on his face.