Fighting without boundaries, ring.

Shang Caiwei's exclamation was like a lead of gunpowder, igniting the silent crowd.

The onlookers looked at Shang Zhengyu lying on the ground, and a sense of dislocation arose in their minds. You must know that Shang Zhengyu's pressure in the club is extremely terrifying.

He was extremely warlike and often fought in actual combat. Many students had experienced his fierce fists and feet. At this moment, the powerful Shang Zhengyu was lying on the ground, motionless.

The students couldn't even see clearly what had just happened.

Dong Qingfeng, who was originally ready to appreciate the showdown, was also stunned. He looked at Jiang Ning standing on the stage from afar and murmured in disbelief.

He knew very well how powerful Shang Zhengyu was, it could be said that he was a mountain in his training career, but...

The young yoga woman sprinkled the water bottle in her hand, and it flowed into her plump yoga clothes, causing a wet mark.

Shang Caiwei called out: "Brother, brother!"

A few seconds later, Shang Zhengyu struggled to get up.

At first, his steps swayed slightly, and gradually, he stood firm.

He stood up again.

Coach Du said with concern: "Mr. Shang, are you okay?"

To be honest, he didn't see Jiang Ning's punch clearly, and he just felt that the high school student knocked Mr. Shang down with one punch.

That scene was like he had witnessed amateur professionally on the street, and he also knocked down with one punch.

The reality is that Shang Zhengyu is the professional-level strength!

After Shang Zhengyu stood up, the deterrence in his eyes disappeared a lot, but he became more determined.

Shang Zhengyu took a deep breath and his face calmed down: "I'm fine, I was just careless just now."

The students around him were honored: "Brother Shang, you didn't do anything!"

"Yeah yeah!"

The atmosphere became warmer again.

After all, if you are a boxing method, failure is common in military affairs.

However, Shang Zhengyu knew that he must not underestimate Jiang Ning. He looked directly at his opponent: "You are lucky."

Jiang Ning swept him. Shang Zhengyu's appearance was really nothing to say, handsome and handsome, especially the invisible aura of success on his body.

Coach Du walked onto the court and announced the start of the second round.

This time, Shang Zhengyu's fighting style was much more restrained. He first used his fists to test the attack, and then used his best leg technique.

Shang Zhengyu punched him straight, and instantly kicked him.

When the students saw this pair, painful memories surged into their hearts and were kicked over by this move.

However, Jiang Ning retreated back and easily avoided it.

Coach Du guided off the stage: "He has a good pace and suppresses his position."

Shang Zhengyu did not take himself seriously, but chose Coach Du's plan. After all, the other party was professional.

Coach Du kept giving advice and tactical help.

Shang Caiwei is an e-sports player, she described: "The coach is out of the game!"

Xue Yuantong drank coke next to her: "It's okay."

Shang Zhengyu kept kicking left and right, and his playing style was very sharp and he had excellent viewing ability. He gradually regained his rhythm.

"Okay, that's it!" Coach Du's guidance sounded.

The students outside the field whispered: "Such handsome, they kicked tightly, and that kid couldn't even punch him even if he had a fist."

"It was indeed a coincidence just now, it was a turtle punch."

"He should be beaten later."

There were countless sounds in Shang Zhengyu's ears, just like the cheers on his life.

Shang Zhengyu learned boxing when he was young. In that chaotic era, ordinary gangsters did not dare to provoke him. He was admitted to a prestigious school and entered a large factory after graduation. After he resolutely led the group to start a business. The first mobile game he made became popular on the Internet, with monthly flow of over 100 million yuan, realizing financial freedom.

With his poor family, he is better than the son of heaven and has been at the peak from now on, looking down at the bottom.

'You are a high school student, and you deserve to covet my sister?'

‘Who are you?”

Shang Zhengyu kicked his left leg horizontally, and then received an instant kick to the head.

The students nearby seemed to hear the sound of the wind, which was the effect of kicking only when their legs reached a certain level.

They all felt awesome in their hearts.

Jiang Ning didn't dodge much. He raised his left arm to block the kick.

When the fists and feet intersected, Shang Zhengyu felt like he was kicking the steel bars and iron bones. He immediately retracted his legs, feeling the pain as if he was pricked.

His cold face appeared slightly surprised.

Jiang Ning's tone was not fluctuating, and he said calmly: "Flower fists and embroidered legs."

‘Flower fists and embroidered legs?’ Shang Zhengyu laughed instead of anger, ‘Kick you enough!’

Jiang Ning didn't like the arrogance on his face.

Jiang Ning directly bullied himself and walked through the ground. The next moment, his right foot suddenly rose from the ground.

Shang Zhengyu heard the "bang bang" sound in the air, like the sound of a bow string on the battlefield, shocking the soul.

Shang Zhengyu's eyes flashed, and his eyes reflected a string of legs that were wiping out phantoms. He hurriedly raised his arms, but it was too late.

The legs have arrived.

"Bang!" He swept his shoulders sharply, and the huge impact force like a cement telephone pole made him over like a rag doll.

Jiang Ning's kicking figure was fixed in the air. After half a second, he slowly closed his legs.

He stood on the ring, looked down at Shang Zhengyu on the ground, and slowly shook his head: "You are too weak to protect nothing."

Coach Du's guidance and the noise of the students completely disappeared.

This leg shattered all doubts.

Dong Qingfeng's face was as gray as his legs were weak, and Duan Shigang quickly supported him.

Dong Qingfeng was mixed with feelings. He had known that Jiang Ning was very good at fighting, but he never thought that he could fight so well.

Most of his thoughts on learning martial arts were dissipated: "Then what else can I practice?"

Duan Shigang looked up at the figure on the ring. He had some eyesight. He had fought for many years and had met countless powerful enemies. He knew very well that there were people outside of others and there was heaven.

For example, the growing mountain in Class 8 is gradually unshakable.

Duan Shigang said: "That's why I have to be in society and take my younger brother."

Shang Caiwei hurriedly ran to the ring: "Brother, brother!"

Xue Yuantong comforted the audience: "Don't worry, Jiang Ning has a proper position, your brother will pay the bonus to Jiang Ning!"

Shang Zhengyu lay on the ground. When he heard this, he felt his face sweeping. He struggled to raise his hand and covered his face.

Coach Du quickly said, "Are you okay?"

Shang Zhengyu: "I'm fine."

"Then why are you blocking your face?" Coach Du was puzzled.

Xue Yuantong: "What he blocks is not his face, but his dignity."

Shang Zhengyu had the heart to destroy the Martial Arts Hall.

After he was helped up by Coach Du, he paid Jiang Ning five thousand yuan in bonus.

Jiang Ning expressed his gratitude to him.

Shang Zhengyu's face twisted, and finally he squeezed out the sound from his teeth: "Practicing boxing is just a fork in life, so don't treat it as everything."

Xue Yuantong: "Of course not, he is the seed of Tsinghua University and Peking University!"

Shang Zhengyu endured the severe pain and said coldly: "I hope your life will be as smooth as boxing."

Xue Yuantong: "He has never lost."

'It doesn't mean you won't lose in the future.' Shang Zhengyu was disdainful, thinking that anyone could fight fate like him?

He no longer speaks, time will teach them how to be a human being. He is supported by his sister and walks to the door of unbounded fighting.

Coach Du was overwhelmed and worried. What if President Shang didn’t come in the future?

Jiang Ning smiled and said, "Vivi, didn't you say you would invite Tongtong to have a hamburger?"

Shang Caiwei helped her brother turn around and met Tongtong's expectant eyes.

Upon hearing this, Shang Zhengyu breathed rapidly and his face was extremely gloomy. He stared at Jiang Ning: "What are you calling her?"
To be continued...