"Come on."

Tang Xiaobao pointed to the arena.

Hostandin snorted coldly, turned around and walked towards the ring. He put one hand on the edge of the ring and his body actually rose into the air.

Boom!

He landed on the ring, making people feel like the ground was shaking.

There's no way around it, it's big in size and heavy in weight, and that's the effect.

Get the head start.

If other people encountered such an opponent, most of them would be intimidated.

But Tang Xiaobao didn't feel anything.

With his magical skills in hand, he has never been afraid of anyone.

Playing cool, right?

I can do it too!

Tang Xiaobao also held up the edge of the stage with one hand, and suddenly he shot into the sky. This flight actually reached a height of more than four meters. Fortunately, this floor was five or six meters high, so Tang Xiaobao was not embarrassed.

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Yes, he flew too fast. If he hadn't reacted quickly enough, he almost hit the ceiling and landed lightly, like an immortal coming to the world.

Tang Xiaobao blushed a little and almost made a fool of himself by pretending to be cool.

Fortunately, everyone below was shocked by his hand.

Boom, boom, boom!

Someone beat the drum.

Like the sound of war drums, it encourages people to fight hard.

Tang Xiaobao's blood started to surge.

Competing with the big guy reminded him of the Fist of Fury movie he had seen before.

Didn't Chen Zhen also compete with big guys?

It seems that all movies that promote Chinese martial arts like to find a big man as a target.
Chapter completed!