Under the sun, Chen Ming and Little A looked at each other. [In this hot weather, the surrounding temperature was already high enough; now, the smell of gunpowder from the two people made the temperature rise even more.

Even if a slight breeze blows, it still makes people feel the temperature is so high. As for the two witnesses, Zhao Lingda stood in the distance and watched nervously.

She didn't know why she felt worried about Chen Ming. Maybe there was only one Chen Ming in her memory now! Although, she was not sure whether the two of them were the "lovers" relationship he mentioned.

However, this inexplicable concern is real!

A drop of sweat, amidst the extreme tension of this little A, slid down his forehead little by little. Finally, it entered his eyes. The sour and spicy feeling made him close his eyes involuntarily. In the blink of an eye,

Chen Ming, who had been standing there motionless, originally wanted to give him a chance to make a move. But this guy didn't make a move. Instead, he showed his own flaws, and Chen Ming became rude.

"ah!"

Chen Ming's speed reached the limit, and his fist suddenly hit the guy's head hard.

Little A was so frightened that his eyes widened. He didn't expect Chen Ming's moves to be so fast and so cruel. A master is a master, and this move will never let you go through any flaw. This fist's

The speed was so fast that he had no time to dodge, and immediately crossed his hands to block his eyes.

"Boom!" But how could Chen Ming's fist be so easily blocked by ordinary people? When he was still a delinquent in Zhenhua High School, playing the delinquent hegemony game with a group of brats, his fist was so heavy that it was scary.

.In the last three years, I also learned military boxing, various fighting and killing moves, and my fists were as good as those of soldiers, and I could chop bricks and tiles.

When he punched down, although the little a blocked it, he felt as if his arm had been hit hard with a hammer several times. The pain made him grimace. Especially Chen Ming's terrifying fist strength.

, struck him, and his feet slid nearly three meters away like an ice skate.

"Hey!"

There was a faint smile on the corner of Chen Ming's mouth. The next moment, his whole body reached the extreme speed, and he pounced directly towards the little A who was retreating. He punched the little A in the face again.

go.

Little A has seen Chen Ming's fists before! His fists are as hard as hammers. If he hadn't seen him with his bare hands, Little A would have doubted whether he was cheating or wearing some iron gloves.

Shameless stuff.

Seeing Chen Ming's fist coming toward his face, he didn't dare to block it anymore, so he could only hide. His head suddenly turned to the side, and Chen Ming's extremely fast punch

Fist, hit empty immediately.

How fast is Chen Ming's fist? How hard is it?

To describe it in the most direct way, even if he dodged a punch, when Little A's cheek passed by the fist, the strong wind caused by the fist made his face hurt. This time

If the fist really hit his face, he was sure without hesitation that a few of his big teeth would fly out.

However, that damn Chen Ming still had that calm, indifferent smile hanging on the corner of his mouth. It seemed like he wasn't trying his best at all!
Chapter completed!