"Bang!"
"Thud!"
"Ouch!"
"What the heck?!"
However, after losing their target, the six members of Mo Cheng's group couldn't stop themselves and crashed into one another. As a result, all six lost their balance and fell onto the arena.
"Haha~!"
Seeing Mo Cheng's group make such a fool of themselves as soon as they entered the arena, the women below burst into laughter.
Mo Cheng and the others flushed with embarrassment. They broke free from one another and got to their feet, once again facing Heros, who stood in a corner of the arena.
"Eat my fist!"
Jeff, standing at the front, immediately charged at Heros with a left hook. His right fist was also ready to strike. The moment Heros threw a punch to block it, Jeff would unleash a right straight with lightning speed.
However.
Heros had received instruction from John, Mylon, and Carl. He had spent the most time with Mylon, in particular, so of course he could see through Jeff's intentions.
Heros easily dodged the left hook. Then, just as Jeff was about to throw his right straight, Heros suddenly stepped forward with his left leg and lowered his body. At the same time, his right fist shot straight toward Jeff's abdomen.
But Heros stopped as soon as he made contact.
His right fist swiftly turned into an open palm, which pressed against Jeff's stomach. With a little force, he pushed Jeff to the other side of the arena.
"Ah~!"
Jeff's body nearly took flight. When he struck the elastic ropes around the arena, he let out a strangely philosophical cry.
Combined with his astonished yet oddly comical expression, it made the women below laugh even harder.
"Charge! For the sake of our resurgence!" Mo Cheng shouted, raising his arm as he led the second charge.