The competition between Xiao Zheng and Yang Cheng was changed from here to a competitive platform.

The competitive arena is a big ring, several times bigger than a normal ring. Perhaps it is to keep the people who play on stage from being bound!

"Evil God, you have to show mercy later!"

Before going to the arena, Yang Cheng said playfully, and anyone could hear the disdain in his words. If Zhu Chanji hadn't been there, he would have even owed such sarcastic words, and he would have cursed directly.

The main reason is that Xiao Zheng was too arrogant before, saying that he didn't want to kill people today, so it was Yang Cheng's lucky words, and he would be very angry when he heard this sentence.

He even rolled his eyes to Yang Cheng's sarcasm. For some reason today, perhaps because he heard the cause of Qingshi's death, he was not in a high mood. He did not want to have any conflicts with others, nor did he want to kill people.

Therefore, he chose to turn a blind eye to Yang Cheng's provocation before.

Under the arrangement of Zhu Zezhi, many people from Futu came to watch the battle, but most of these people were new members of Futu, and some old team members were performing missions outside.

"Someone wants to fight Yang Cheng? Could that young man be crazy?"

"Yes, Yang Cheng is a fierce man who can compete with the helm. Is this man looking for death?"

"God knows, I guess it's someone who just entered our pagoda and wants to use this to make a name for himself."

"Show the show? Then he can kick the steel plate this time."

These people have not been involved in the Futu for a long time, but for those who have just joined the Futu, they are also considered seniors in front of them, so they all know that Yang Cheng is powerful.

In addition, they didn't know Xiao Zheng, and they felt that this young man was simply looking for death, so they dared to challenge Yang Cheng.

Finally, the game began.

Yang Cheng turned over and jumped onto the competitive arena in a beautiful movement, winning cheers from the members of the Futu.

In fact, Yang Cheng is very respected by these people in Futu. Here, whoever has a strong fist is the boss. Although it is a bit extreme to say this, most people think so.

"Come up!"

Yang Cheng hooked his finger and made a provocative move to Xiao Zheng.

Xiao Zheng pulled the corner of his mouth and then slowly walked onto the competitive arena. When he passed by Zhu Chanji, he turned around and gave him a meaningful smile, which made Zhu Chanji a little confused.

Unlike Yang Cheng's high-profile, Xiao Zheng was just a pretty good person when entering the market, and could even be said to be very low-key. A voice of contempt suddenly sounded below.

The competition on the athletics is very formal, and Zhu Chanji also sent a referee, a middle-aged man in his forties.

"Talk about the rules first, you can't play the vitals. Friendship first, competition second, do you understand?" the middle-aged man said lightly.

Yang Cheng raised his lips and said playfully: "Don't worry, I won't beat the old man's point of being aware of it, otherwise what if I get cheated on me?"

"I know how to be a good elder and not bully the younger generation." Xiao Zheng said lightly.

This sentence was quite detrimental, which made Yang Cheng change his face at that time. According to Xiao Zheng's words, Yang Cheng was a junior who did not understand the rules.

While the two of them were clasping their fists, Yang Cheng whispered in Xiao Zheng's ear: "I have heard of the name of the evil god many times. Remember, the person who defeated you today is Yang Cheng!!"

Xiao Zheng smiled. Although Yang Cheng was arrogant, he still admired Yang Cheng's confidence.

Being confident is a good thing, but if you are too confident, it becomes conceited. But there is a saying that goes very well. Can young people still be called young people if they are not arrogant?

With the referee's voice, the game officially began.

In this game, there are no other rules except that you cannot hit the opponent's vital points.

There is no limit to not be able to continue hitting, and there is no round limit. Except for one party taking the initiative to admit defeat, or the referee feels that the other party has lost its combat effectiveness, the battle can continue.

"Come on, Brother Cheng!"

"Defeat him!"

"That's right, what's so great about the evil god? Defeat him!"

Many people with good relationships with Yang Cheng began to cheer up, and they all knew Xiao Zheng's identity, but this is Futu. Even if the reputation of the evil god is famous, they still think that Yang Cheng will win.

"Old man, are you ready? My attack is very fast." Yang Cheng pulled up the corner of his mouth.

Xiao Zheng didn't say anything, but just signaled the other party to come over.

Seeing this, Yang Cheng was stunned and his feet immediately moved. He didn't see how much he moved, and he came to Xiao Zheng in an instant.

"Oh? Nice speed."

Xiao Zheng was quite surprised, but Yang Cheng's speed was only good, that's all.

Yang Cheng made a boxing posture with both hands, and a right hook punched Xiao Zheng in the side face. Xiao Zheng seemed to have not reacted and stood straight in place.

"Evil God? But that's it!"

Yang Cheng saw that Xiao Zheng still didn't react, and he felt very disdainful. He felt that the evil god was just a name, and might have a little strength, but he was not as powerful as the rumors.

Zhu Chanji was also very focused below. When he saw Xiao Zheng not moving, he immediately narrowed his eyes. He knew Xiao Zheng's strength. Even if his strength did not improve in the past six years, he would not be unable to stop Yang Cheng's punch.

Bai Mudan and Black Rose pulled the corners of their mouths, and they were already fantasizing about what would happen if Xiao Zheng was hit by this punch.

Yang Cheng is best at combining punches. As long as he is hit, various combination punches will swarm in. He will not give up until the opponent hits him.

"What?"

But at this moment, everyone present was shocked.

Yang Cheng punched him and found that his fist did not hit any object, as if he was hitting the air.

"How is this possible? I obviously hit him."

Everyone present could see that Yang Cheng's punch did pass through Xiao Zheng's face, but why didn't he hit it?

"What's going on?"

"I didn't see clearly, why didn't I hit it?"

"The other party didn't seem to move!"

All the people watching the battle in Futu were confused, and they didn't know what was going on.

"impossible!"

Yang Cheng shouted angrily, then waved his fists again and hit him. The combination of punches was very beautiful, but he still failed to hit Xiao Zheng in one punch.

This situation is very strange. Xiao Zheng was standing there at this time, looking at Yang Cheng with fun, as if he had no entity at this time, and he would not be hit no matter how hard he hit him.

All of the people were stunned. None of them knew what was going on.

"This young man is not simple!"

Only one person present saw Xiao Zheng’s actions just now, that was the middle-aged referee.

When Xiao Zheng avoided the first punch, he didn't see clearly, but he had already guessed it roughly. It was not until Yang Cheng made another combination punch and was dodged that the referee clearly saw Xiao Zheng's movements.
Chapter completed!