Three Punches KO the Roaring Heavenly Venerable, Shocking the World!

United States, Chicago.

At Soldier Field, the 70,000 spectators in attendance erupted in an instant.

A world-famous painting was born at this very moment!

Having suffered continuous blows to both his pride and his spirit from Li Fei, Rasheed Wallace could no longer endure the humiliation and finally charged at him.

Responding to Rasheed Wallace was Li Fei, who spun around and unleashed a thunderous punch.

Everyone witnessing this scene live was struck with utter astonishment.

This included the Basketball Trio from China, Karl Malone, John Stockton, and the high-ranking executives from various NBA front offices.

They were all completely shocked.

Even Danzi swallowed his chewing gum, nearly choking to death on the spot.

This fight was becoming more and more exhilarating!

On the court.

The moment Li Fei extended his long arm, Wallace realized he was screwed.

Li Fei's wingspan advantage was just too damn obvious.

Wallace's fist was still a full fist's length away from Li Fei's face, while Li Fei's heavy blow had already connected with his head.

Are you kidding me?

The opponent had already made a move; could Li Fei just sit back and take it?

Today, Li Fei was going to show the Rasheed Wallace what was what.

He would show him what it meant to be unable to beat him at basketball, and even more helpless in a fight.

The Rasheed Wallace was struck by Li Fei's punch, his footsteps immediately staggering backward as his brain turned into mush.

"WOW!"

The fans in the arena were instantly stunned.

In this exchange of blows, the Rasheed Wallace's arms were clearly too short to reach the target, while Li Fei hit the bullseye.

It really came down to the advantage of length!

It must be said that the Rasheed Wallace was a true tough guy; even with his brain turned to mush, he didn't pull a Joel Embiid and start flopping on the floor.

Dazed and confused, Wallace swung his left fist at Li Fei, but the blow landed on Li Fei's body.

Li Fei let out a scoff and started laughing.

"What the hell is this, a love tap?"

With such soft, pathetic power, one might have thought it was Xi Yangyang patting Mei Yangyang on the butt.

Li Fei wasn't about to hold back; he raised his left hand and prepared a heavy strike.

He was already down by 18 points anyway; after tonight, he was going to pack his bags and leave.

Suspension? Who cares!

Li Fei's left fist connected with the Rasheed Wallace's right cheek.

And before the arena security and referees could arrive, Li Fei landed a third blow—an uppercut from bottom to top—that completely KO'd the Rasheed Wallace to the ground.

Three punches landed, and the Rasheed Wallace lay flat on his back, unable to get up.

A true "Farmer's Three Punches"!

If only Nongfu Spring hadn't been founded in '94, otherwise Zhong Shanshan would have already sent someone to get Li Fei's phone number to discuss an endorsement deal.

"Don't panic, Rasheed, I'm coming!"

The moment the Rasheed Wallace hit the floor, Jerry Stackhouse came sprinting over.

To be fair, Stackhouse had intended to join the Fourth Great Ninja War.

But as it turned out, the Rasheed Wallace had been flattened by Li Fei immediately.

You want me to go up and fight Li Fei?

That would be like Madara Uchiha getting kicked to death by Might Guy's Night Guy, and you're asking me, Kabuto Yakushi, to go up and be cannon fodder?

So, Stackhouse pulled off a sudden stop-and-pop.

He had originally planned to battle Li Fei alongside the Rasheed Wallace, or at the very least, put on a show of "passionate fighting" while being held back by others. But after stopping, he realized that neither the referees nor the security guards were paying him any mind.

Uh...

What the hell was he supposed to do now? If he charged in, wouldn't he just get beaten to a pulp by another one of Li Fei's punches?

"Do you want to say goodnight to this world, too?"

Li Fei turned his head to look at Stackhouse, posing a soul-searching question.

You have to hand it to the basketball IQ of a top-tier guard; Stackhouse's brain spun rapidly, and he immediately knelt, pinching the philtrum of Rasheed Wallace while shouting, "Rasheed, don't die, please don't die! How am I supposed to live without you?"

One had to admire Stackhouse's acting skills; he was practically squeezing tears out of his eyes.

Fully immersed in the role, he even considered whether he should give Rasheed Wallace mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.

As for the other players from the University of North Carolina.

Would they dare to step up?

They wouldn't dare even if they were given two extra sets of guts.

Charge at Li Fei?

How is that any different from a toddler driving a semi-truck?

"Li!"

Jason Kidd hurried over, but after nervously glancing at Li Fei, he immediately crouched down to check Rasheed Wallace's breathing.

Thank goodness, there was still air.

"He's fine, he's fine..."

Only then did Kidd look up at Li Fei: "Li, I thought you had beaten Rasheed to death with those three punches."

Li Fei smiled upon hearing this.

In ancient times, there was Lu Tixia who beat Zhen Guanxi to death with three punches.

Today, is there Boxing King Li who beat Wallace to death with three punches?

To be honest.

Rasheed Wallace was still significantly tougher than Big Dog.

At least he hadn't been knocked out cold by a single punch.

The referees had already separated the players from both sides, and the situation had completely calmed down.

You couldn't really blame the referees for their slow reaction; the situation had erupted so suddenly, much like the girlfriend in the silk stockings riding in the passenger seat of Little Snowman—she went down the moment she was told to, leaving no time to react.

"Following his college debut where he floored Glenn Robinson with one punch, Li Fei has now floored the North Carolina Madman Rasheed Wallace with three punches in his final game!"

At this moment, the most excited person on the scene was none other than the Red Giant Bill Walton at the commentary desk.

"What I want to say is, Li Fei's fighting style has zero technique—it's all pure talent."

"I can't wait to see him battle Karl Malone, Dennis Rodman, and Charles Barkley on the NBA court!"

"Honestly, with Li Fei's wingspan and agility, it's a real shame he isn't boxing."

"The basketball world may have gained a prodigy, but the boxing world has forever lost its Mike Tyson."

The audience and commentators at the scene were still stunned and in disbelief.

The referees' rulings had already been issued.

Rasheed Wallace had initiated the attack on Li Fei, so naturally, he was ejected from the game.

And Li Fei, having knocked out Rasheed with three punches, also received a "red card."

Of course, Li Fei didn't care at all whether he was ejected; it was the final game of his college career anyway. He had played the game, won the championship, and had his fun with the boxing.

This was an absolute win!

"Jason, I'll be waiting at the tunnel."

Li Fei smiled and patted Kidd on the shoulder: "I'll run back to accept the trophy after we win the championship."

Following that, amidst the thunderous chants of "MVP" from the California fans, Li Fei raised both arms and jogged back toward the player tunnel.

Good grief.

With that running posture, if you were to Photoshop the court into a UFC Octagon, it wouldn't look out of place at all to say that Li Fei had just won a championship belt and was running to celebrate.

On the other side.

The camera panned to Rasheed Wallace, who was being revived by the team doctor.

His forehead had swelled up into a bun-sized lump from Li Fei's strikes.

Anyone who didn't know better would think the Rasheed Wallace had unlocked an Immeasurable Immortal skin.

The newly conscious Rasheed Wallace immediately received his red card.

And unlike Li Fei, who left to the sound of the entire arena chanting "MVP" like a victor...

Rasheed Wallace was helped off the court by his teammates in a pathetic, disheveled state.

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