Letting out a breath of relief, Lu Chengfeng completely put away his contempt.
His thoughts raced as he suddenly twisted his body, intending to use the strength of his waist and abdomen to spin back to his feet and launch a counterattack.
But he had not expected this.
Whoosh!!
In that split second, the right fist that should have missed suddenly smashed downward, changing from a fist into an elbow—a vicious, tricky strike.
Even the light inside the Training Building was blocked by his opponent's arm, darkening Lu Chengfeng's vision.
Not good!
His expression changed drastically, and Lu Chengfeng hurriedly raised both arms, trying to block again.
But the next second—
Whoosh!!
"What?"
His pupils contracted as he glanced sideways.
A piercing whistle came from the left. A pale-gray fist tore through the air, hurtling straight at his head.
It had all been a feint. From beginning to end, only that left fist had been the true killing move.
Bang!!
Lu Chao's fist slammed into his head without holding back in the slightest.
Lu Chengfeng's eyes visibly bulged, bloodshot veins surfacing in them.
A spray of blood mist and sweat exploded from the left side of his face. His fairly handsome features twisted out of shape, his skin quivered, and two streams of blood shot from his broken nose.
Whoosh!!
The next instant—
His entire body spun through the air after leaving the ground, rotating midair before flying off the ring.
Then came a dull thud!
He crashed onto the ground, kicking up dust from the concrete floor. A spar that should have been evenly matched ended just like that.
The people below the stage wore astonished expressions. Many junior brothers had their eyes wide open, their faces full of disbelief.
The other Fighters who had thought they had picked