Clash! One Punch Knocks Out Glenn Robinson!

United States, West Lafayette

Inside the Purdue University Basketball Arena

"Whoa! What's going on? What is Glenn Robinson doing? He's charging at Li Fei!"

"With that posture, is he looking for a fight!"

The on-site commentator shot to his feet.

Can't win on the court, so settle it with fists.

Glenn Robinson wasn't even pretending anymore.

Going straight for it!

The arena's atmosphere exploded.

None of the fans had expected this.

Just ten minutes into the game, their team's star player had already snapped.

To be fair, Purdue fans were thrilled.

After all, they paid for one ticket and got both a basketball game and a boxing match.

This was like killing two birds with one stone—no, wait, two birds with one arrow!

They bought tickets expecting to see Glenn Robinson dominate Jason Kidd.

Instead, Glenn Robinson got dominated himself.

So, saving face in a fistfight.

Nothing wrong with that, right?

Guys get tired of watching even the most intense full-court press, but the raw heat of man-on-man combat? That's what every guy's heart truly craves.

And since it happened so suddenly, the security on the sidelines couldn't react in time.

Glenn Robinson's fist was about to connect with Li Fei.

"Li!"

Jason Kidd shouted, but it was too late.

Stewart on the sidelines instantly activated his innate skill, charging at Glenn Robinson.

After all, being both Green and Stewart.

It's hard for a guy like that not to have some fighting genes.

But.

He hadn't taken two steps.

Before Stewart stopped in his tracks.

His face filled with shock instead.

Just as Glenn Robinson's fist was about to hit Li Fei.

Li Fei, in a flash, leaped with both feet, executing a perfect split in midair—a graceful straddle.

In that moment of danger, Li Fei actually jumped right over Glenn Robinson's head again.

"What the—?"

The on-site commentator was utterly stunned: "Unbelievable! In that instant, my mind imagined ten thousand possible scenarios, but not once did I think Li Fei would leap over Glenn Robinson again!"

Li Fei's legs were just too damn long.

And that flexibility...

Too insane!

A 2.24-meter player doing a midair split!

The fans in the stands were dumbfounded too.

A death dunk they could understand, but a death jump to dodge a fight?

Jason Kidd was hopping around like an anxious old father, almost in tears: "I told you not to jump over people, don't jump over people! Aren't you afraid he'll headbutt your crotch!"

In the blink of an eye.

After being leaped over again, Big Dog's rage skyrocketed.

He spun around and threw a rear hook punch at Li Fei.

And Li Fei didn't back down.

He swung his right fist in return.

Chicken dinner, chicken dinner!

Both men's fists flew, drawing a chorus of gasps from the fans.

Li Fei and Glenn Robinson's fists brushed past each other in slow motion.

Both fists flew toward the other's face.

Suddenly!

Glenn Robinson's fist froze midair.

The next moment.

Li Fei's fist slammed into Robinson's forehead, like an oil-sauce shop had exploded—sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty all gushed out at once. Then his feet went light, and he toppled over.

One punch had Big Dog flat on the ground!

In slow motion, you could clearly see Li Fei's arm filling the entire screen, while Glenn Robinson had already stretched his arm straight—yet it barely reached past Li Fei's elbow.

A bloody wingspan advantage!

This round perfectly illustrated: The Importance of a Man's Length

The live crowd never saw it coming either!

Glenn Robinson, knocked out cold with one punch!

"Get up!"

"Get up!"

"Get up, Glenn!"

"..."

A barrage of shouts poured into Glenn Robinson's ears.

Then...

He closed his eyes.

"Huh?"

"He's asleep?"

The live crowd was speechless.

"Come on, one punch? Just one punch?"

The on-site commentator stared at Glenn Robinson lying motionless on the floor, completely dazed.

No way, seriously.

You just started reacting, and then you shut down in a second?

This was like... the tank was full, the gas pedal floored, the car just started shaking, a final roar, about to hit the highway—and then the next second you tell me it's dead?

What a sin!

"Uh..."

Li Fei had been about to follow up with another punch, but seeing Robinson lying there like a corpse, he stopped.

Come on...

I haven't even entered my full state yet.

I haven't even put any power into it!

Are you this fast?

Abiding by the code of boxing, Li Fei didn't go for the follow-up.

But now the bloodlust from fighting had awakened, and holding it in was pure torture.

Just then, the other Purdue players rushed forward.

"You all want to see my full state too?"

Li Fei looked at them.

A soul-searing question.

"Stop!"

Matt Wardell, at the front, slammed on the brakes.

Looking at Li Fei's spider-like wingspan.

A fist half the size of a basketball.

And muscles as hard as iron all over his body.

His face-changing speed was comparable to old James on a fast break.

"No, no, no! Mr. Li, I was just..."

Wardell quickly said, "I just wanted to borrow a light for my cigarette."

Gotta hand it to Matt Wardell—his reaction time was a perfect score.

"Pfft."

Li Fei was straight-up amused by this guy.

You'd think he was cosplaying Sanji from One Piece.

However.

Matt even put on a fake smoking gesture: "Forget it, then."

On the floor.

Robinson, waking up groggy, heard his teammate's words and burst into tears on the spot.

Where was the talk of sharing hardship, of brothers united in heart?

Did it have to be this superficial?

To be fair, you couldn't really blame Matt Wardell for backing off.

After all, who wants to throw their life away?

Not to mention anything else.

With Li Fei's terrifying wingspan, who do you think could even get close to him?

Li Fei's skill level was world-class; looking across the globe, maybe only Mike Tyson could trade blows with him.

So...

No fight, no fight. Scared, scared.

The storm settled.

Li Fei was also ejected from the game.

By a twist of fate, he became the first player in NCAA history to be ejected in his debut.

Li Fei left Purdue University Basketball Arena with his near-triple-double stats of 25 points, 16 rebounds, and 9 blocks.

Of course.

Glenn Robinson was also ejected.

Even though he didn't land a single punch, Glenn Robinson was still the instigator of the conflict—he was the one who attacked Li Fei first, so getting ejected was no mistake.

Only.

His way of leaving was different from Li Fei's.

While he was unconscious, the staff brought out an accident stretcher.

Then he was carried off on it.

Just like he said before the game.

This arena really did need an ambulance.

But...

The one who needed the ambulance was himself.