Jiang Zheyu gently rubbed his face and said, "I have to say, your strength is beyond my imagination. One on one, it has been a long time since no one can leave a scar on me. You are the first one! "

Ye Beichen wants to talk, but he opens his mouth and spits out blood.

Jiang Zheyu looked at him coldly and said, "maybe you are blaming me now! But you'll be grateful to me later! "

Ye Beichen angrily said: "you make trouble without reason and beat me into this way, I will still appreciate you? But don't worry, I won't blame you for my poor learning, but one day, I will beat you! "

"Fight, not with those tricks, kickboxing, karate, it's bullshit! No matter who he is, as long as he has been in the underworld since he was five years old, he has been beaten by other big children in order to grab a steamed bread left over by others; he has to steal a pair of shoes in order to let his younger brother wear a pair of shoes in winter, so he is caught and beaten all over the body; he has to compete with more than a dozen wandering children under the overpass for a place to cover his head without being exposed to rain ... No matter who, after 12 years of such a life, he will have a real understanding of fighting! If you want to win, your fist must be hard enough, your speed must be fast enough, and your heart must be hard enough! "

In Jiang Zheyu's cold eyes, a trace of bewitching and sad strange expression flashed.

Ye Beichen forgot the pain for a moment and didn't know what to say.

Who is he talking about?

Who would lead such a miserable life? It's not him, is it?

Jiang Zheyu continued: "you rich young masters, learning Taekwondo Karate is just fun. It's useless to meet a real fighter!"

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