The murderous intent in the eyes of the British boxing champion flashed, and he shouted loudly, rushing towards Qin Zhiyong.

Bang bang bang bang.

Qin Zhiyong closed his eyes, refused to fight back, stood still, letting his fists fall on his body. The British boxing champion simply beat him like a sandbag.

The fists kept bombarding Qin Zhiyong's body.

He punched more than fifty punches in a row.

The British boxing champion stopped, took a few steps back, and looked at Qin Zhiyong incredibly.

Qin Zhiyong opened his eyes and said, "Are you going to fight?"

Qin Zhiyong took a deep breath, circulating the qi and blood, and the strength of the muscles and muscles exploded. The qi was shocking, and he tore up his shirt. Qin Zhiyong's figure seemed thin, but in fact it was very strong, with crackling and crisp sounds all over his body.

Qin Zhiyong said with a smile, "The warm-up exercise is over. The competition officially begins."

Qin Zhiyong's performance shocked the audience.

Not to mention those British people who don’t understand Chinese martial arts, even those in the martial arts world were shocked.

Can Chinese martial arts really make people so powerful?
Chapter completed!