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"Coach, fuck him!" someone in the audience was already roaring presumptuously.

After all, in their eyes, Zhao Bisheng's level is indeed profound, and the only time they see him exert his full strength is when he plays abroad.

At that time, Zhao Bisheng did his best to beat down a white-skinned man who was two heads tall than him, and since then, Zhao Bisheng has become famous.

"Isn't it crazy, Ang, do you still have the strength to fight back, hmph!" Zhao Bisheng shouted arrogantly while constantly approaching Chen Dong.

This kind of verbal stimulation is also a strategic means, of course, Zhao Bisheng only does this to refresh his heart.

He also thought how powerful Chen Dong was, it seemed that it was just that, seeing that Chen Dong had been avoiding parrying, he understood that this game should end soon, and his majesty as a coach was also preserved.

But Chen Dong was not moved at all, Chen Dong only felt that whether he was playing martial arts now was a word of speech.

Zhao Bisheng's punching speed is extremely fast, even comparable to Chen Dong, such a punching technique may only be clearly seen under the shooting of a high-speed camera, and Zhao Bisheng's every punch carries the malice of wanting to kill Chen Dong.

Seeing that Chen Dong was dodging more, the more excited Zhao Bisheng became, his facial features were distorted, revealing a deformed smile, full of killing intent and blood, staring at Chen Dong deadly, as if staring at prey.

Zhao Bisheng could feel that Chen Dong's evasion movements had also slowed down, that is, Chen Dong might have run out of physical strength, and he knew that it was time to give this game an ending.

I saw Zhao Bisheng roaring: "Come, I'll teach you, what is called a rule!"

As soon as the words fell, he wanted to catch Chen Dong.

But Chen Dong would not give him such a chance. At this moment, Chen Dong stopped, and an icy smile appeared on his face.

I saw Chen Dong directly kicking Zhao Bisheng, making Zhao Bisheng stop the movement in his hand and had to defend.

Just after Zhao Bisheng defended this kick with his foot, he knew he was wrong.

It was obviously just an ordinary kick, and it was barely defended by Zhao Bisheng, but the feedback to Zhao Bisheng's leg was indeed an unbearable force.

But immediately afterwards, Chen Dong struck a hook and instantly turned the situation around, making Zhao Bisheng strictly defensive, and he also seemed stretched.

The people in the field were boiling all of a sudden, although Chen Dong's punching technique was so fast that these people didn't know what happened in the breathing room, but they also saw that the situation took a sharp turn, and one by one, they were also excited.

Zhao Bisheng almost didn't react.

"Two hundred and ninety-five, one hundred and forty-three. Chen Dong said with words in his mouth.

"You... What are you talking about?" asked Zhao Bisheng suddenly a little flustered.

"It's nothing, it's just the number of punches and kicks you make. Chen Dong said with a playful smile.

Chen Dong's words immediately made Zhao Bisheng feel creepy, what kind of terrifying existence is this, and he can notice so many details.

Just ten seconds ago, seeing that Chen Dong did not fight back, Zhao Bisheng still felt that he had a great advantage.

Even, he naively thought that Chen Dong's physical strength was about to be exhausted, who knew that this terrifying opponent had completely figured out his routine!

Immediately, Chen Dong broke his fingers and moved his muscles, hooked the corners of his mouth, and said: "Okay, I've given you enough time, but unfortunately, you are still not qualified to teach me what rules are." In that case, let me teach you. Before

the words fell, Chen Dong, who was still at least four steps away from Zhao Bisheng just now, instantly flashed in front of Zhao Bisheng.

This small action really scared the people watching the game, and someone immediately asked

: "Hey, did you see how he passed?" Others

also said suspiciously: "How can you see clearly, as if a shadow floats by, too fast, is this still human?" When

Chen Dong's fist had reached Zhao Bisheng's chin, Zhao Bisheng reacted and showed a shocked expression.

This fist wind even flicked Zhao Bisheng's hair, but Chen Dong firmly stopped his fist at the position of Zhao Bisheng's chin.

Zhao Bisheng did not dare to act rashly, his face was terrified, and he looked at Chen Dong's immovable fist with wide eyes, while marveling at this amazing control of stretching freely, he was afraid of when Chen Dong would make a move.

"Does it look good?" asked Chen Dong with a smile at Zhao Bisheng.

Zhao Bisheng was so frightened that he couldn't say anything, and he didn't dare to make a sound or move, for fear that if he moved, Chen Dong's fist would swing up.

"It seems that you don't understand the rules at all, over here!" said Chen Dong lightly.

"Huh?" sighed bitterly to Zhao Bisheng .

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Bisheng felt a violent impact on his abdomen.

A heart-wrenching pain made Zhao Bisheng feel a glimmer of realization in his heart, it turned out that Chen Dong's other fist had already rushed to his abdomen, the force was so great, the fist wind whistled, and the speed was as fast as a flood.

But then, Chen Dong didn't mean to stop, Zhao Bisheng thought of the two numbers Chen Dong just reported, and he couldn't care about the severe pain in his body, and he was afraid for a while.

Chen Dong counterattacked, his fist was vigorously and powerfully swinged, with the strength of the waist, using skills to maximize the strength, his legs were like springs, whistling and popping, each time he hit the point, of course, Chen Dong's control of strength is also quite in place, and his proficiency is not inferior to Zhao Bisheng.

But Zhao Bisheng is to save physical strength and find an opportunity to kill with one blow, while Chen Dong is just for his subordinates to show mercy, after all, how to say, this guy is still his own employee.

Chen Dong's attack method was as clean as sweeping away leaves in the wind, and in the face of Chen Dong, who had both strength and speed, Zhao Bisheng's defensive techniques seemed like a joke, and he could only show his stretched ugliness.

"Count you three hundred, no change." As soon as Chen Dong finished speaking, he twisted his waist, almost fit the ground, and with an upward hook punch from the bottom up, he charged a blow and directly knocked it away.

Up and down for a while, Chen Dong's actions caused an uproar, and no one even dared to step forward to help Zhao Bisheng who fell to the ground.

Zhao Bisheng covered his chest and looked hideous, but in fact, Chen Dong had already left his subordinates merciful, so at most it was some skin trauma.

Zhao Bisheng stood up tremblingly, his body was swollen and blue, he pointed at Chen Dong, looking unconvinced, and asked weakly: "Tell me, what is your name!"

"You don't have the right to know yet. Chen Dong just said lightly.

"Okay, whatever you call it, you wait to be fired!" Zhao

Bisheng's eyes were full of ferocity, like a dog that had been injured, viciously trying to bite people.

"Yes, then I want to see who will be fired!" said Chen Dong with a smile.