Su Qingxue (frowning): Lu Chen, why do you only practice this most basic boxing technique every day?
Lu Chen: Because of this punch, I have been practicing for ten years.
Everyone felt that Lu Chen had given up on himself, and even the head teacher persuaded him to quit in order to please the chaebol.
Until the underground black boxing match, the man codenamed "Chang Fist" smashed the chest of the professional superpower with one punch.
He punched in the rainy night, sweat and blood intertwined, his eyes were so lonely that it was heartbreaking.
Su Qingxue: He is not useless, he is the only sane person in this era.
Lin Feng (mad with jealousy): Qingxue, I will tear his martial arts dream to pieces in public!
At the peak of the finals, Lu Chen stood on the podium and faced Lin Feng's begging for mercy and said only one sentence:
"The magical skills in your eyes cannot stop me from being a level A who has been practicing for ten years."
At that moment, the whole city was silent, and only the girl's eyes fell on his resolute back through the smoke.
