Bai Sen was a famous black boxing champion, and no one dared to underestimate his strength. It was said that even the fierce white tiger would have to be courteous to Bai Sen when it met him. Bai Sen's fists were fast and fierce, and he was known as the Bullet Fist King. In other words, his fists had the same speed and power as a bullet!
At this moment, Bai Sen was fighting against an unknown Chinese Martial Master, and almost all the westerners were looking at Bai Sen. Even the easterners themselves did not have any hope for Li Yun, a person from the Heroic Martial Sect, who they had never heard of before. One must know that they often went to watch Bai Sen's boxing matches!
They had personally seen a video of Bai Sen punching a cow's head! This kind of terrifying arm strength was not something that just anyone could have, right? Especially when Li Yun appeared, everyone couldn't help but sympathize with him when they saw his thin and weak body.
This brother was definitely going to be very miserable!
Li Fan patted the dust off his clothes, and under the host's voice, he stood in front of the black and rough Bai Sen.
Although Bai Sen was not two meters tall, he was at least 1.9 meters. The muscles on his body were streamlined and very full. With one look, one could tell that he was a person who often fought. Moreover, he trained himself very well, and his body was also maintained at its peak condition.
"Oh my god, our Heroic Martial Sect's little contestant actually met the Bullet Fist King Bai Sen! He is really too unlucky! "
The host exclaimed, "I really don't know if our contestant Li can last a little longer under Bai Sen's hands!"
Bai Sen's chances of winning against Li Fan was 3%. As long as Li Fan could last for three minutes without losing, he would be the winner in the Bank of the World's bet.
It was only three minutes … It seemed that no one was optimistic about Li Fan at all.
"It's time for the match, let's pray for contestant Li!"
Li Fan felt that the host's voice was a little noisy.
Bai Sen swayed his arms, and his feet stepped on the unique footwork of a boxer, jumping back and forth a few steps. He was like a powerful hunter staring at his pitiful prey. There were many Bai Sen fans around, and they were all cheering for Bai Sen, shouting his name in unison. Each wave was stronger than the last.
The Martial Emperor sat in his competitor's area and lightly harrumphed as he looked at the scene outside.
Although you have changed your appearance, I can still recognize you at a glance. Li Fan, do you see that? Even if you work hard for these people, they still don't care about you. Every man for himself, and heaven and earth destroy him. I should be the one to lead and educate these foolish people.
The bank boss sat in front of the television and watched the broadcast. He laughed coldly to himself.
Poor Huaxia monkey, you will soon become my money tree.
The signal for the start of the match rang out. Bai Sen's fans were ready to celebrate their boxing champion! Bai Sen quickly moved forward. He was extremely fast in his Galloping state. With a gust of wind, he arrived in front of Li Fan. Then, he threw a quick punch at Li Fan's nose!
Bai Sen didn't hold back. The Chinese man in front of him had blocked his attack before! He wasn't weak and definitely couldn't be underestimated!
In everyone's eyes, Li Fan's head would definitely be smashed by this punch and he would be sent flying. But they were wrong. Li Fan just reached out with one hand and blocked Bai Sen's fist.
With a peng, energy exploded from Li Fan's palm. Bai Sen's fist wasn't weak.
"You have some skill!"
Bai Sen said as he pulled out his fist from Li Fan's hand and threw a series of quick punches at Li Fan!
"Peng peng peng!"
The air exploded as Bai Sen threw no less than 30 punches in the blink of an eye! But Li Fan had one hand behind his back and the other in front of him, blocking all the punches!
"God, the Bullet Fist King lives up to his name, his fists are as fast as bullets! But Li Fan isn't any weaker. He is thin and weak, but he is on par with Bai Sen! "
As the host spoke, Li Fan suddenly moved his body horizontally, and then punched out with both fists, heavily hitting Bai Sen's chest.
Arhat Strikes the Bell!
This was the move that Liu Bufan taught Li Fan. It was also the basic boxing technique of the Shaolin Sect. It actually sent Bai Sen flying and he fell heavily to the ground, lying there.
"Unbelievable! Li Yun actually sent the boxing champion Bai Sen flying! "
Without waiting for Bai Sen to stand up, Li Fan flew forward again and kicked Bai Sen's head, sending him flying and crashing outside the ring.
Bai Sen fainted there, motionless. He had lost the right to compete.
The audience quietened down. Bai Sen's fans were stunned, the audience in front of the TV was stunned, and even the bank's boss was stunned.
The boxing champion Bai Sen actually lost?
"Oh yeah!"
Theresa waved her little fists excitedly in the stands, while Liu Bufan sat not far away, completely dumbfounded. 'Oh my god, what's going on? Junior Brother is actually this strong? I even tried to guide him, but he turned out to be the real expert … I've practiced the Arhat Fist for half my life, but I'm not as effective as Junior Brother …
Shameful, this is too shameful!
Fortunately, Junior Brother's character is not bad, so he probably won't laugh at me. But seeing Theresa's expression that seemed to be smiling yet not smiling, he felt like dying. But he did not know that the one who wanted to die the most was the bank's boss.
"Damn it! What kind of magic did this Hua Xia person use to actually defeat Bai Sen! Damn it, I've lost miserably in this match! "
Although it was not to the extent of hurting his muscles and bones, it still made his heart ache!
"Alright, there are gains and losses. I'll make you lose everything in the next match to me!"
The bank's boss's eyes revealed a vengeful glint.
"It's really unexpected …"
Li Fan could hear the sound of the host swallowing his saliva. "Our China's Heroic Martial Sect's little contestant, Li Yun, defeated the boxing champion Bai Sen and won the top 16! No matter what, this is a miracle. Let us be happy for him! "
A round of applause finally came from the stands. Many of the Chinese spectators also shouted Li Yun's name.
Whether they supported him or not, Li Fan actually did not care. But hearing that everyone was cheering for him, Li Fan still felt a little happy.
No matter what time it was, it was always good to know that there were people supporting him.
"Dear, do you want to go back and celebrate? I'll accompany you! "
Li Fan received a WeChat message from Theresa. This girl, when in Rome, do as the Romans do. She actually registered a WeChat account in China.
"No, I want to see my next opponent … You better watch too. You'll have a new understanding of Kung Fu."
"Alright, a man with no taste."
Theresa could only send a crying emoji.
"The contestants for the next match are out. Let us see who they are."
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