Seeing that the two were about to take action, the crowd spread out and gave up a large open space.

"Master, is this really good?" Qiangwei whispered to Su Xiaotian, "This is the headquarters of Galaxy Military Industry Group after all, and Cheng Feng may not be able to beat that person..."

Su Xiaotian's eyes flashed, looking at the backs of Lin Chong and Cheng Feng on the field: "It's okay, let them play. No matter who loses, who wins, it will only benefit and no harm to us. It's better if Cheng Feng loses, so the Wuji Sect will never be able to cast Su Miao's side again, so I can only support me wholeheartedly."

Qiangwei nodded when she heard this, stopped talking and stepped back.

On the other side.

Su Miao pulled Lin Chong's sleeve and asked with some concern: "Are you really going to do it here?"

"Am I kidding?" Lin Chong asked back, and added, "President, Sister Yin, you can get out of the way first, so as not to be affected."

"Why did you suddenly become so impulsive? It's completely different from your previous style of behavior."

"He has been staring at me since he entered the door and threatened me with those words." Lin Chong's expression was faint, "I am tired of this kind of fool with no eyesight. Instead of dragging on, it is better to solve it as soon as possible."

"Okay, I respect your opinion, but the battle is coming. My grandpa and the others are coming." Su Miao and Lu Yin slowly retreated, "Be careful not to get hurt."

"Don't worry, it will end soon." Lin nodded, and his calm tone contained extremely powerful confidence. "I will let him understand that justice is always only in his fists!"

After everyone stepped back, only Lin Chong and Cheng Feng were left in the middle of the hall.

Compared with Cheng Feng, who is tall, strong and has an amazing sense of oppression, Lin Chong, who has a well-proportioned figure and no momentum, is like an ordinary person.

Among the crowd, a middle-aged man with a pale face and a slightly blessed man lowered his voice and asked his companion: "Who do you think, which of them is stronger?"

"Is this still necessary? Of course it's Cheng Feng, he is a true disciple of Wuji Sect." A man standing next to the middle-aged man said without hesitation, "Miss Third Miss has some skills, but it's still far behind the true disciple of Wuji Sect."

"I don't think so. Since that young man named Lin dared to provoke a fight on his own initiative, he must be confident in himself and might be able to play a role with Cheng Feng." Another person retorted.

"A young man is full of energy and cannot bear the humiliation, and this is even more so for those who practice martial arts." The person who spoke before disagreed, "I think he is not confident, but he can't stand the breath..."

Everyone was talking about it off the court, and Cheng Feng also mocked Lin Zhong a lot on the court.

"If you can defeat Uncle Zhao, you should have stepped into the magic power, right? Putting it outside can be called a genius." Cheng Feng sneered, "It's a pity that you shouldn't have been absolutely necessary, and you shouldn't have provoked me..."

Lin Chong interrupted him: "Don't waste time, hurry up and start."

The words were interrupted, Cheng Feng held the second half of the sentence in his stomach, feeling so uncomfortable that he almost vomited blood, and his lungs almost burst into anger. A blue air flashed on his face, and he said with a grim voice: "Are you so impatient to die?"

"The mouth cannon cannot kill people, and only fists can kill people." Lin Chong lazily raised his eyelids, his legs slightly separated, and Buddie stood, "Do you know that villains always die because they talk too much?"

"Okay! OK! OK!"

Cheng Feng gritted his teeth and said three good words in a row, his eyes became extremely cold: "There is really nothing to say to a guy like you. I hope you have the capital to be arrogant, otherwise you will pay the price for your arrogance and ignorance!"

Lin Chong raised his eyebrows and was too lazy to answer the conversation.

Seeing Lin Chong's appearance of not taking him seriously at all, Cheng Feng's chest was filled with anger and could no longer bear it. He suddenly clenched his fists, kicked his feet, and rushed towards Lin Chong!

"Swish!"

A few meters away, passing by in an instant!

Like a glimpse of light, Cheng Feng came to Lin Chong in the blink of an eye. He was so fast that everyone around him could not see clearly.

Cheng Feng can become a true disciple of Wuji Sect, and he does have the strength to match his status.

Regardless of his strength, body skills and qualities, he is above Zhao Kezhuang.

There is a saying in the martial arts world that boxing is afraid of being strong.

Although Zhao Kezhuang is also a master of Huajin, he is nearly fifty years old and has long passed his year of fighting. He ranks at the end of the top experts of Wuji Sect. Otherwise, he would not have been sent to serve as Su Xiaotian's bodyguard.

Cheng Feng is different, his physical strength and will are at his peak.

It is precisely because of this that Cheng Feng was full of confidence and wanted to seek justice for Zhao Kezhuang.

He was sure that Lin Chong, who defeated Zhao Kezhuang, could not beat him.

Since ancient times, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. All geniuses are proud.

Especially Cheng Feng, the true teachings of the hidden sects with strong strength and high status, can’t be seen on the surface, but pride has been engraved into his bones.

The more proud a person is, the more he can't stand others looking down on him.

Lin Chong's words and deeds touched Cheng Feng's negative scale, causing him to change his original intention and take action.

Just as Cheng Feng attacked, Lin Chong was still standing there, motionless, and seemed to have not reacted yet.

Even though he was extremely angry, Cheng Feng was not confused by the anger. He knew that Lin Chong dared to be so arrogant and would definitely have something to rely on, so he used his full strength as soon as he took action.

"You dare to underestimate me!" Cheng Feng thought viciously, "Go to hell and regret it!"

Evil thoughts flashed, and the murderous intention suddenly arose.

Cheng Feng lowered his waist and shoulders, stepped forward with his knees slightly bent, and he posed as he set his bow and shot the eagle. All his strength poured into the left fist hidden on the waist.

Under the influence of internal strength, Cheng Feng's fist turned blue-black, and the whole thing expanded, with the blue veins on the back of his hand exposed, and then he rushed towards Lin Chong's chest with the momentum of rushing forward!

"call!"

In an instant, the wind suddenly rose and the sound of fists was like thunder!

The air in front of the fist seemed to be blown up, and the white airflow visible to the naked eye lingered around the fist, making a "whimper" sound of breaking through the air.

Lin Chong's suit was blown upward by the strong wind brought by this punch. Even though his fist had not touched his body, the violent wind had already hit him, making him squint his eyes involuntarily.

Cheng Feng's move gave Lin Zhong the feeling that it was like a galloping car hitting head-on. If it were someone who was a little timid or had a little will, he would probably be frightened and urinated directly.

However, Lin Chong has experienced many battles, how could he be frightened by this mere punch?

Just when everyone thought Lin Chong would be knocked away by a punch, he finally made a move.

A simple, unremarkable action.

He raised his right hand that was hanging beside him, and his internal strength was injected into it. His five fingers were bent like a hook, and he grabbed Cheng Feng's fist in a casual manner!

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