Preparatory Selection Tournament

Because Skysea Boxing Gym had closed early, this was also the earliest Yang Sheng had returned home.

Over the past month, this was the first time he had seen the sunset on his way home.

In the past, he always returned under the stars and moon, and by the time he got home, his father was usually already asleep.

When he reached the entrance to the alley, Yang Sheng deliberately slowed his pace.

Only after confirming that none of the visitors to the Yang Family were around did he head inside with relief.

These days, people came to visit the Yang Family almost every day, and Father Yang had become quite adept at dealing with them.

After turning away all the visitors yesterday and persuading several persistent business owners who came again this morning to leave, the Yang Family was finally at peace.

Skillfully taking out his key, he unlocked the front door.

But the instant he opened it, he sensed that something was wrong.

He instinctively tilted his head slightly to dodge, and a hand chop missed him.

A black shadow emerged from behind the door. When the strike failed to connect, the person gave a surprised "Huh?"

Then came another viciously angled whip kick.

It was powerful and heavy.

Yang Sheng instantly realized that there was nowhere for him to retreat. He could only raise both arms and take it head-on.

With a bang, the whip kick smashed into his arms like a steel pillar weighing a thousand pounds.

At once, Yang Sheng felt a burning pain in his arms.

The kick also forced his whole body back several steps.

But Yang Sheng reacted quickly. Using the space created by his retreat, he leaped up and hooked both hands onto the doorframe.

Then, relying on his powerful waist