"Damn it!"
Seeing Chen Baixiang's reaction, Tang Fei could only grit his teeth. This time, however, he didn't dare make a move. If Yang Qi beat him up again, he wouldn't be able to take it. Although Yang Qi seemed like an ordinary person when he fought, his skill was on par with a special forces operative. Tang Fei knew he couldn't win.
"Finish him off!"
"Go for it!"
Suddenly, the crowd erupted. Everyone turned to see a muscular man jump onto the ring. The man was tall, probably close to two meters, and his physique was impressive. One could tell he had undergone special training. Although he wasn't a Martial Artist, he was clearly skilled in combat sports.
The atmosphere was electric. Everyone was on their feet, shouting and screaming as if they'd gone mad.
A brawny fighter versus a slender Death Fighter. This looked like a total mismatch—a chance to win some easy money.
