Ye Feng turned around and saw a dark-skinned strong man standing behind him. His body was covered in sweat and he looked fierce.
"Is your name written on it?" Ye Feng raised his eyebrows slightly and then asked.
After the other party heard this, he immediately laughed: "If I say that my punching bag is mine, if you don't accept it, shall we go to the stage to practice?"
When the people around saw this scene, they all acted like they were watching a show.
Of course they could tell that Ye Feng was a newcomer, and they could also see that Ye Feng, with his thin arms and legs, didn't have any supernatural powers.
Then his physical fitness must not be very strong.
"Another one who is risking his life for money." A boxer next to him smiled and shook his head.
Zhang Liang didn't say much. This place itself was an underground market, and everything was decided by his fist.
After Ye Feng heard this, he didn't say anything more, but left the sandbag and walked to Zhang Liang.
"I think my opponent has been chosen."
The dark-skinned strong man was gearing up and flexing his muscles with a cruel smile on his face.
As expected, a young man cannot stand such stimulation.
In this way, you can successfully win another victory!
"I choose the person inside the Octagon."
???
What?
After hearing what Ye Feng said, everyone was stunned.
Number 8 in the Octagon is currently the most promising person to win ten consecutive victories!!
Needless to say, this kind of strength goes without saying. The opponent he knocked down just now only lasted two punches before lying on the ground.
Zhang Liang's expression also became a little weird: "Are you sure?"
"I am sure."
After hearing this, most people in the room focused their attention on Ye Feng.
Is this because he thinks he has a long life? Once he enters the octagonal cage, he will bear the consequences, and Ye Feng chose one of the very strong people as his opponent.
Zhang Liang frowned. At first, he thought Ye Feng was quite smart. Maybe he had some means to dare to come here.
But after seeing Ye Feng actually choose No. 8 as his opponent, this is no longer arrogance, but rather ignorance.
Player No. 8 in the octagonal cage also turned his attention to Ye Feng. He stretched out a finger towards Ye Feng and lightly hooked him.
Although he didn't say a word, the disdain and confidence in No. 8's eyes were all revealed.
"Haha, kid, you still have a chance before you enter the octagonal cage. Listen to my advice and choose me. I will save your life when the time comes!"
At this moment, the dark-skinned strong man just now said with a smile.
After Ye Feng heard this, a smile appeared on his face: "Don't worry, I will choose you for the next person."
In fact, Ye Feng chose No. 8 for a reason. He wanted to see what level this person was.
Ye Feng said nothing more and stepped directly into the octagonal cage.
Once you enter the Octagon, someone will lock the door, and the door will never be opened until the winner is determined.
"I think there's something wrong with this kid's head. He couldn't choose anyone, but he chose No. 8."
"He looks like a student. Maybe he treats the underground boxing match as an ordinary fight?"
"If No. 8 really punches with all his strength, his brains will be splattered on the spot. This is the gap in physical strength."
"..."
Everyone looked at Ye Feng standing in the octagonal cage, not even mastering the basic fighting steps, and felt a little ridiculous for a moment.
A similar thing happened before, and it was also a student, but his final end was very miserable.
Almost all the bones in his body were broken, and he died after being brutally tortured for half an hour.
No. 8 said nothing. He gradually approached Ye Feng with fighting steps, and then punched Ye Feng hard in the face.
The speed of the fist formed a strong wind, gently blowing Ye Feng's hair.
But the punch stopped a few centimeters away from Ye Feng's face.
No. 8 had a smile on his face, and it was obvious that this punch was just to scare Ye Feng.
"Good!! That's a beautiful punch!!"
"Teach this kid the rules of underground boxing!"
People outside the octagonal cage were shouting, but Ye Feng didn't make any move. He was carefully observing No. 8's pace.
I have to say, the guy in front of me is pretty good at pretending.
Ye Feng thought in his heart.
The punch just now was not intended at the beginning, it was just to show off one's strength.
No. 8 looked at Ye Feng who was unmoved in front of him, and a smile appeared on his face: "You are quite courageous, but courage alone is useless."
"Have you always liked pretending to compete since you were a child?" Ye Feng looked at No. 8 and asked very seriously.
"I don't get these winning streaks just by talking like you, I rely on my fists!!"
After No. 8 said this, there was a cruel look in his eyes.
Originally, he wanted Ye Feng to break two bones, but now he changed his mind and wanted Ye Feng to pay the price for his mouth.
The moment he finished speaking, No. 8 suddenly jumped forward and punched Ye Feng in the stomach.
"My punch is called the King-Killing Punch!"
Bang!!
When the punch was thrown, everyone seemed to have anticipated the result.
However, after a few seconds, everyone's eyes widened, as if they had seen a ghost.
When No. 8 punched him, Ye Feng stood firmly on the spot, not even showing any tendency to retreat.
Damn it? Did I drink fake wine?
How is this possible!?
One punch from No. 8 is enough to kill a cow!!
The expression on Zhang Liang's face froze, and the drink he just picked up froze in mid-air, with his mouth slightly open in disbelief.
No. 8's body was also stiff in place. He could clearly feel that his punch was not only ineffective, but his fist was even shaken to the ground and hurt.
There was a wave of shock in his heart.
Ye Feng obviously has no supernatural powers in his body, and his physical strength will never be that strong, but how to explain what happened in front of him?
This...who is this person!?
"You're done fighting, then it's my turn. The name of my punch is, Indian Iron Fist - you are pretending to be stupid with me!!"
While talking, Ye Feng clenched his fist and punched No. 8.
At this moment, No. 8's body felt like falling into an ice cave, and his back felt chilly.
This simple punch even made him feel like he would die!!
Although there is no superpower, it feels like a fifth-level superpower is using superpower. What is going on?
And this punch is impossible to dodge with fighting steps!!
However, before he could think about it, the fist fell directly on his face.
Bang!!
With a deafening sound, No. 8's body spun and flew out like a top, and then hit the octagonal cage hard.
