"How did this guy get up there? Isn't this a death wish?!"
"Tsk, who knows, maybe he's just an arrogant idiot. Getting up there now is nothing more than a way to make a name for himself."
"Even Zhao Wei wasn't a match for this foreigner. Anyone can see this guy will be knocked out with a single punch!"
"Maybe not even a punch, just a few fingers would be enough. Isn't this guy going up there to get killed?!"
"Ah, there's no hope, maybe this young lad is just blinded by anger."
When Hao Jian stepped onto the boxing ring, all the spectators in the arena turned their eyes onto him at that moment. Seeing that Hao Jian was a skinny guy with no muscles and no aura, their faces showed expressions of disappointment and ridicule.
"Why are these people looking down on him like that?"
From the spectator seats, Lin Qingxue and the others heard the crowd's discussions. The faces of the few women turned unpleasant, and Molan couldn't help but mutter.
"It's nothing."
