Qingfeng also took off his suit, moved his hands and feet, and smiled.

"Look at the palm!" Qingfeng shouted, and Wudang's extended palm went straight towards Xukong.

"Look at the fist!" Vukong was also unambiguous. He waved the Arhat Fist and struck with his fist.

The two sides fought together.

Hiss! After a few minutes, all the spectators were stunned. Oh my god, is this real Chinese Kung Fu? It’s so powerful! It’s too fierce. If we had gone up, we wouldn’t have been beaten down long ago. Could it be that

Is this the real strong man in China?

There were bursts of exclamations from all around, and all the audiences were mesmerized. Not only the audience was dumbfounded, but even the audience in front of the TV were also screaming at this moment. Especially the Chinese audience, they were almost excited and wanted to howl.

Shout out. This is the real Chinese Kung Fu! Look, this is the real Chinese Kung Fu. If these two people were to fight that Johnson, Johnson would be nothing! He would have been knocked down with one punch.

Ouch!!!

All Chinese people are proud at this moment. Chinese Kung Fu is the best in the world!

After a long time, the two sides were tied.

"Okay, the competition is over! Everyone, this is the end of the first 'World's No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament'. See you again in one year!" Lin Feng stood up and announced.

All spectators left the venue enraptured. But for some, the game really begins now!

"Aeolus"!!!
Chapter completed!