"Aren't you going to beat me to death?"

Lin Feng said leisurely.

"Do you dare to let me go and have a good fight with me!"

Xue Zhaoqiang can be considered a tough guy. He endured the pain and said: "What's the point of grabbing people's fingers!"

"Have a good fight?"

Lin Feng smiled contemptuously: "You don't deserve it."

"You are too loud. I am the boxing champion of Nanjiang Province for three consecutive years!"

Xue Zhaoqiang gritted his teeth and said.

"How can a foreign thing like boxing be a rival to Chinese Kung Fu?"

Lin Feng said calmly.

"Chinese Kung Fu? Don't make fun of me. It's all for show and has no actual combat value!"

Although Xue Zhaoqiang was restrained, he was still very assertive.

"Classmate Xue, you can't say that!"

At this time, Ning Zhao adjusted his glasses that were tilted to one side and said loudly: "Chinese Kung Fu has been passed down for thousands of years, and there have been many masters."

"I think you have read too many martial arts novels!"

Xue Zhaoqiang said: "The so-called martial arts is basically dance. If you look at international fighting competitions, there are no masters who use Chinese Kung Fu!"

"That's because Chinese Kung Fu masters are hidden among the people and don't even bother to participate in that kind of competition!"

Ning Zhao argued loudly: "Exalted people in this world are all indifferent to fame and fortune!"

"Fuck you, this worldly expert."

Xue Zhaoqiang said: "Then you go find an outsider and have a fight with me in the ring!"

As soon as I finished speaking, I felt severe pain in my little finger, and I couldn't help but lean back: "Put it down, put it down!"

"You want to compete in the ring, I'll satisfy you."
Chapter completed!