The fathers of those people your son beat back then were here, all here!

Are you not afraid of arousing public anger when you say such words now?

Meng Chaojun ignored them at all, and all his previous depression disappeared.

On the stage, Lu Pingzheng was elbowed by Meng Xinian, and his neck tendons were blown up. He stared at Meng Xinian and said in a deep voice: "Is your injury fake?"

Otherwise, how could his movements be so fast!

Meng Xinian snorted coldly, "Are you going to find various excuses if you lose?"

"Who said I lost!" Lu Ping tried hard to get him away, and the two started fighting again.

Their punches were very fast, and you could even hear the boxing style at the closest distance from the audience.

The contest between experts is exciting.

Lu Ping's performance in the last session was already amazing. Now that he faced Meng Xinian, the match between the two seemed even more exciting.

However, those who are interested can see that Lu Ping's moves are all greeting Meng Xinian's right leg.

Off the audience, Zhao Xin and others were so angry that their eyes were about to pop out.

"Shameless, I didn't expect that Lu Ping was such a person!"

"Yes, it's so cruel!"

"Meng Team avoided it again!Meng Team is simply mighty!"

"Bang! Team Meng scored with one move!" Someone even began to explain. Where did you score with one move? This is a rough and direct game, just whoever knocks down.

If anyone is very resistant to fighting and can't beat him, he may win.

It's just that it won is more dissatisfaction.

"Meng Xinian! You are only in your early twenties, and you still have a chance in the next session!" Another stalemate, Lu Ping gritted his teeth and whispered to Meng Xinian: "I am already twenty-seven! There is no chance in the next session!"

Meng Xinian thought it was ridiculous, "You mean, let me give in to you?"

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Lu Ping's face, and while Meng Xinian was replying, he kicked him in the right leg again.

"I'm not happy to let you win!"

Meng Xinian said, turning his legs and sweeping him directly to the ground.

The tall and strong Lu Ping fell to the ground with a bang, and wanted to jump up. Meng Xinian had already punched him hard in the chest.

No one can see the power of this punch.

The punch stopped just two centimeters from his chest.

By the rules, Meng Xinian won.

My comrades-in-arms can't take it seriously and hit it with one punch.

However, no one called to stop.

No one shouted to end.

Lu Ping jumped away from the ground and bumped his head towards Meng Xinian who was already waiting to stop.

"Foof! No such thing! Lu Ping has lost!"

Someone started shouting.

Gao Wei sang: "Who said Lu Ping lost?"

"If Meng Xinian's punch was really hit, Lu Ping would vomit blood!"

"Just kidding, how did you know that Meng Xinian's punch had such great power? Maybe his punch was soft and cotton-mian had no strength? Then you can't let Lu Ping lose so unjustly!"

During the quarrel in the audience, Meng Xinian's eyes were already shaking, and he supported his hands on the ground, and quickly turned back, immediately avoiding Lu Ping's collision.

Then his upper body was still pressed against the ground, and his long legs were already kicking at Lu Ping who had just jumped up.

Lu Ping did not expect that his movements would be so strong and his attacks would be so fast and accurate, and he was kicked to the ground again.
Chapter completed!