"Ming is really gentlemanly—he even agreed to that request." The tall, thin commentator's opinion of Jiang Siming rose by more than double.
The bearded commentator nodded in agreement. "Yeah. No one else would have agreed to it. This is a competition, not a random match."
Indeed, no one else would have agreed to a fistfight like that. It would have been fine in a random match—they were just playing around.
But Jiang Siming seemed to be treating this competition like a random match. He had actually accepted his opponent's boxing challenge.
The Chinese spectators really didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
The boxing match began.
Unlike the guy he was fighting in the PK, who kept walking around cautiously, Jiang Siming charged straight at his opponent like a reckless drunk.
As soon as he got close, Jiang Siming took a combination punch from his opponent and lost two bars of health. They were only light punches, so the damage was low.
Jiang Siming let him keep hammering away. After the PK player landed two or three more punches on him—
Jiang Siming suddenly leaped into the air from a standing start. His entire body soared high, and he unleashed a charged heavy punch that struck his opponent squarely in the forehead—the spot that dealt the most damage.
After taking that punch, the PK player's body immediately seemed to have its soul ripped away. He crumpled limply to the ground and became a corpse.
The Chinese spectators let out a long sigh of relief. They had thought Jiang Siming was going to lose here; their hearts had nearly jumped out of their chests.
Bro, please stop showing off. Our hearts can't take it~
"You really thought you could beat me in a fistfight?"
Jiang Siming gave an arrogant smile. The