As he said that, his feet were raised, blocking between the two of them, constantly moving left and right.

Zhao Shanhe was not as cautious as him. He directly stepped out of his attack range by fencing the rear lunge.

This forced Wang Jianjun to put down his legs and prepare to wait for an opportunity to attack.

But at this time, Zhao Shanhe's back lunge became a forward lunge, and his whole body was like a wall, and suddenly squeezed up.

With a punch, Wang Jianjun did not dare to be careless. He straightened his back and protected his arms, trying to block Zhao Shanhe's fist.

He wanted to test Zhao Shanhe's strength so that he could have a clear idea.

However, he underestimated Zhao Shanhe's strength, and when the punch hit him, he supported his arms, but he was still beaten back and lost his center of gravity.

He was calm and moved backwards to resolve this force, but Zhao Shanhe's left fist hit him again, and he had to retreat.

At the same time, he turned his heels, dispelled the impact force sideways, maintained balance, and kicked horizontally.

What surprised him was that Zhao Shanhe did not retreat but instead advanced this time, and his right arm turned into an elbow. When he kicked him, he chose to fight head-on.

This time, Zhao Shanhe's elbows were hard and Wang Jianjun's feet were soft, which made Wang Jianjun suffer another loss.

At this time, Wang Jianjun didn't care about the pain in his feet. He already knew that Zhao Shanhe's strength was not something he could deal with. He chose to fight slow with fast and skillfully against power.

He punched and kicked, and went back and forth. On the surface, Wang Jianjun retreated step by step, but it was not easy for Zhao Shanhe to solve him for a moment.

He doesn't fight Zhao Shanhe with force, moves flexibly, attacks quickly, and fights against big things with small things.

Zhao Shanhe is stronger than him and is not inferior to him in a flexible manner, but he wants to achieve success in one fell swoop, but he is afraid of causing internal injuries to him.

This kind of battle is actually beneficial to Zhao Shanhe and can enhance practical experience.

So Zhao Shanhe was not in a hurry and treated Wang Jianjun as a matchmaker.

In less than three minutes, the two of them had beads of sweat the size of beans all over their bodies. Anyone who accidentally got punched would hurt for a long time.

Highly nervous and highly concentrated, their energy consumes very quickly.

Zhao Shanhe can still maintain a stable breathing frequency, but Wang Jianjun's breathing has become rapid.

Blocking Wang Jianjun in a corner of the ring, Zhao Shanhe punched four or five consecutive punches, barely blocked, but he just swept his right foot and Wang Jianjun fell on the ring.

Zhao Shanhe stood still with a smile. "Stay rest for a while, take a drink and then take a drink."
Chapter completed!