Taishan stood there motionless, without dodging. As his fist approached, his pupils suddenly shrank, his right hand clenched tightly, and he threw a punch.
"Boom!"
"Crack!"
The two fists collided.
There was a cracking sound.
The boy with glasses flew out like a piece of straw, his arm awkwardly outstretched, as if broken by Tisan's punch.
Oh no!
The audience was shocked!
"Settled in one move?"
"A fracture..."
"This is terrifying. Aren't we stronger in China?"
"Yes, sitting in the auditorium!"
"Call him out!"
"Anyone else?"
Taishan clasped his hands behind his back and proudly said ten words: "Can't one person fight?"
Back to the office.
Meida Qianyu straightened up, intending to get up, but immediately inhaled a breath of cold air in pain, "Oh, it hurts so much."
"I'll meet you!" Mei Tanqian limped onto the stage.
"I won't fight with an unsupported opponent!" Taishan stood still, like a flagpole.
