Boundless Fighting, the ring.
Shang Caiwei's cry was like a fuse to gunpowder, igniting the silent crowd.
The watching trainees stared at Shang Zhengyu lying facedown on the ground, a sense of dissonance arising in their minds. Shang Zhengyu's presence at the club was notoriously intimidating.
He was exceptionally combative and often sparred in real fights. Many trainees had experienced his vicious fists and kicks. Yet now, that powerful Shang Zhengyu lay on the ground without moving.
The trainees had not even managed to see what had just happened.
Dong Qingfeng, who had been ready to enjoy the match, was equally stunned. He stared at Jiang Ning standing tall in the ring and muttered in disbelief.
He knew all too well how formidable Shang Zhengyu was. He could be called a mountain in Dong Qingfeng's training career, and yet...
The young woman in yoga clothes spilled the water bottle in her hand, soaking a patch of her curvaceous Yoga Outfit.
Shang Caiwei called out, "Brother, Brother!"
A few seconds later, Shang Zhengyu struggled to his feet.
At first, his steps were somewhat unsteady, but gradually, he found his footing.
He had gotten back up.
Coach Du asked with concern, "President Shang, are you all right?"
To be fair, he had not clearly seen Jiang Ning's punch just now. He had only seen the high school student knock President Shang down with a single punch.
The scene was like something he had once witnessed on the streets—a professional fighting an amateur, ending it with one punch.
But in reality, Shang Zhengyu was the one with professional-level skill!
After getting up, the fear in Shang Zhengyu's eyes faded considerably, replaced by even greater resolve.
Shang Zhengyu took a deep breath, his expression calm. "I'm fine. I was just careless."
The trainees around