"The match begins!"
The referee chopped his right hand downward and swiftly retreated. Boom!
The two figures immediately collided. John was proficient in fighting techniques; his fists, elbows, knees, even his head... every part of his body seemed to have become a weapon.
Master Liao, meanwhile, met change with constancy, guarding himself with a fist technique so airtight that not even water could seep through.
"Master Liao... hit him down the middle!"
Below the ring, plenty of martial artists who loved stirring up trouble shouted encouragement. Not bad; he had combined Qi Art with his own techniques with considerable mastery. Fang Qing took only a few glances to know that even if Master Liao was injured, it definitely would not affect his movements.
He had put on such an act before, truly carrying a hint of stealing a chicken. Sure enough, figures crisscrossed atop the ring.
John had long noticed the bloodstain on Master Liao's shoulder. He drew back his right arm like a great bow, then threw a fierce punch like a drill, targeting Master Liao's inconveniently injured right shoulder.
"That's bullying!"
"This isn't fair!"
Seeing this scene, a thousand Great Zhou citizens flew into a towering rage.
But in the next instant, Master Liao exerted force through his back. A flash of emerald-blue gleamed in his eyes as he pressed the fingers of his right hand together and threw a punch as well! Fist against fist!
In fact, in boxing matches, fights between different weight classes were practically one-sided crushings.
And given the Great Zhou people's builds, they were clearly at a disadvantage when competing in strength against Westerners.
Not to mention that Master Liao was injured! Crack!
Yet the next moment, a crisp sound of bones breaking rang out.
John screamed. His right arm dangled limply, several