As they spoke, unknowingly, Yin Hu had already finished a whole set of punches.
The key was that the opponent's fierce attacks were all neutralized by his seemingly clumsy and simple boxing technique.
Regardless of whether he won or not, Yin Hu, who was covered in injuries, actually persisted on the field for several minutes without falling, which is a miracle in itself.
Opposite him, Mike had beads of sweat on his forehead.
This isn't scientific!
This isn't possible!
The waste from Eastern Empire, who should be spewing blood with just one punch, has actually lasted under his punches for so long and made him feel the strain, which is definitely abnormal.
Mike gritted his teeth, and under Yin Hu's unwavering offensive, he glanced back for help at the guest seats of Country M.
There, in the center surrounded by people, the old man in a black robe had a stern expression, fixating intently on the situation on the field.
Yin Hu's transformation was truly unfathomable.
