Hearing the sudden sound, everyone looked below the glass curtain wall.
Sang Biao's face was full of anger and he punched Chen Fan on the head.
Sang Biao's fist was full of punches. If this punch hit Chen Fan on the head, Chen Fan would probably die on the spot.
However, Chen Fan's body was obviously more flexible. He stood up and took a step back, avoiding Sang Biao's fatal punch.
"Father, do you want to stop them?" Seeing this scene, Song Wenting asked aloud.
"The boss didn't say anything, why is Boss Song so anxious?" Guishou said with a joking look on his face.
Lao Lang sneered: "Boss Song, are you afraid that the boy will be killed before he even gets into the ring and will be embarrassed in front of the boss?"
"That's for sure. Sang Biao is my most proud subordinate, and he once killed a cow with one fist. In front of him, that kid might not even be able to take a single move. Boss Song, don't feel bad for a while.
Ah." The flat-headed man said with contempt.
In their opinion, Chen Fan was no match for Sang Biao.
Song Wenting glanced at the flat-headed man and the others, raised the corners of her mouth, and saw that her adoptive father had no intention of stopping her, so she stopped talking.
"Damn it, kid, let's see how long you can hide!" Sang Biao shouted angrily beside the ring, waving his fist as big as a sandbag and hitting Chen Fan in the face.
"Since you want to be eliminated early, then I will help you." A cold light flashed in Chen Fan's eyes.
"Haha, arrogant!" Sang Biao suddenly sneered. This was the first time he had seen a trash like Chen Fan dare to be so arrogant in front of him.
For a moment, Sang Biao was already murderous.
Chen Fan had no intention of dodging this time, but also punched out, trying to confront Sang Biao head-on.
"Damn it, that kid has no brains, right? He wants to go head-to-head with Sang Biao. Isn't this looking for death?"
"With one punch, that kid's arm will definitely be broken."
"Boss Song, it seems that the person you chose is really not that good. Not only is he not strong enough, he also doesn't have a good brain."
"Hahaha!"
A burst of mocking laughter suddenly sounded in the box.
Some people have even lowered their heads to play mobile games, obviously without any interest in the results.
In an instant, Chen Fan's fist collided with the man's fist. When the strong men around him saw this scene, they also had playful expressions on their faces, knowing that Chen Fan would soon pay a heavy price for his previous actions.
The moment the two fists came into contact, Sang Biao, who had a sneer on his face, suddenly froze on his face, his eyes widened instantly, and he looked at Chen Fan in disbelief.
"Click!"
A sound of bones breaking followed.
Next, a scene appeared that stunned everyone.
Sang Biao, who was three or four times stronger than Chen Fan, took a few steps back until he hit the ring next to him and then stopped!
The scene was silent, and all the players looked at the scene that happened in front of them in astonishment.
Sang Biao was leaning against the base of the ring, his forehead soaked with cold sweat. The arm that he had just touched with Chen Fan was trembling. There was a big bump in the middle of the arm, which was slightly bruised. It was obvious that the bone had been broken just now.
The sound came from Sang Biao!
"This, how is this possible!" In the private room upstairs, the flat-headed man suddenly sat up straight, with a look of horror on his face.
The others also looked shocked and took a breath of cold air. They couldn't believe that such a thin piece of trash could beat the burly Sang Biao into this state with one punch!
"How is this possible?" Guishou also widened his eyes in shock.
He also wanted to see Chen Fan being beaten by Sang Biao and kneeling on the ground begging for mercy, but he did not expect that it would be Sang Biao who was knocked back by a punch.
Only Song Wenting remained calm at the scene, and she was the only one who knew Chen Fan's strength best.
Let alone Sang Biao, even if there is another one, he may not be Chen Fan's opponent.
"It seems that your Sang Biao is not that good either. When you say you killed a cow, you mean a newborn calf, right?" Song Wenting said jokingly.
The face of a man with a crew cut is as ugly as possible.
Just now he was ridiculing Song Wenting, but he didn't expect to be slapped in the face so quickly. What's even more disgusting is that he was bragging about Sang Biao just now. He felt that his face was burning.
"You lost." In the audience, Chen Fan put away his fists and said calmly.
Sang Biao was shocked at first, and then became angry. He finally arrived at this place, but he unexpectedly fell into the hands of a kid. Sang Biao was filled with unwillingness.
"Damn it, boy, if you dare to break my arm, I will kill you!" Sang Biao was overwhelmed by anger and rushed towards Chen Fan again.
When the crew-cut man saw this scene, he looked nervous. Whether he could regain his face or not depended on Sang Biao's attack.
When Chen Fan saw Sang Biao rushing over, he sighed helplessly.
Just when Sang Biao was about to touch Chen Fan, Chen Fan took a step to the right, then stretched out his left leg, tripping up Sang Biao who was rushing towards him.
Sang Biao was tall and tall, and his strong inertia caused him to draw an arc in the air.
There was a loud noise of "Bang!"
Sang Biao jumped directly into the auditorium next to him, and even knocked down a bunch of chairs.
This scene made Guishou and Laolang cover their faces, and they couldn't bear to look at them.
The last hope of the flat-headed man was gone. At this time, his face looked as ugly as a dead rat that had eaten more than ten kilograms.
In particular, several underground faucets who had a bad relationship with him sneered disdainfully, and these sounds were like slaps, slapping him in the face.
Sang Biao no longer had any combat effectiveness. Not only were his arms broken this time, but even his thighs were cut with long cuts and blood was flowing out.
Moreover, his head hit the wall, and he had already fainted.
Soon, several staff members ran over with a stretcher and carried the unconscious Sang Biao away.
After dealing with Sang Biao, Chen Fan raised his head and looked at the glass curtain wall of the box.
Others might not be able to see anything, but Chen Fan could see the people sitting inside, especially the middle-aged man wearing a mask, which caught Chen Fan's attention.
The middle-aged man also noticed Chen Fan's gaze, and the two looked at each other through the glass curtain wall.
However, the distance was a bit far, and there was no big-screen broadcast. The middle-aged man did not see Chen Fan's appearance clearly, and he did not think that Chen Fan could see through this one-way glass curtain wall.
"Originally sixteen people turned into fifteen. How will we fight next?" Old Wolf asked doubtfully.
This is also the first time they have encountered this situation.
Song Wenting said: "If my people win this game, of course they will get a bye in the first round."
"Boss Song, this is a bit unfair. It was agreed upon in the draw, even if there is one less person, the byes will depend on their luck."
"That's right, it wasn't a competition just now, it was just a private fight, and it can't be counted."
Many people are dissatisfied with Song Wenting's suggestion.
"Then let them enter the arena." The middle-aged man's voice sounded slowly.