Feng Shaokun also became more and more depressed as he fought.

The two have been fighting for four or five minutes. He has been attacking crazily, while the opponent has been dodging non-stop.

So far, he hasn't even touched the corner of the opponent's clothes.

"I said, are you still going to fight? What's the matter with hiding all the time?" He stopped attacking and glared at Ye Feng angrily.

Ye Feng still had one hand behind his back, "I'm showing you a chance, because once I make a move, you won't have a chance to make a move."

Feng Shaokun was enraged immediately, "Stop bragging, fight back if you have the guts, I want to see and see, why don't I have a chance to make a move?"

As he spoke, he rushed towards Ye Feng again.

Ye Feng did not continue to retreat this time, but just smiled lightly, "Then I will help you learn more."

At this time, Feng Shaokun kicked him on the left cheek with great force.

Ye Feng's left hand was still behind his back, and his right hand quickly reached out to grab his ankle.

When Feng Shaokun saw this scene, a sneer flashed across his face immediately.

How strong is his kick? At least a few hundred kilograms, enough to kick a tree trunk as thick as an arm.

This guy dared to pick it up with his bare hands, he was courting death.

But what happened next left him stunned.

Just when he kicked Ye Feng's hand with such force and force, it was as if he had kicked on a steel plate, and the offensive came to an abrupt end.

He was shocked in his heart, and he was about to retract his feet immediately.

But Ye Feng didn't give him this chance, he turned his back on him, grabbed his ankle, and pressed down fiercely.

Feng Shaokun only felt a force weighing more than a thousand catties pressing down, and the other leg directly fell to the ground.

His reaction was also fast enough, and he was about to bounce on the spot immediately.

But at this time, Ye Feng's strength exploded again, and he directly swung him up.

Feng Shaokun was immediately stunned by the opponent's strength, he did not expect such a thin body to burst out with such terrifying power.

But he was only flustered for a while, and soon calmed down, and stepped on Ye Feng's face with the other foot, trying to reverse the passive situation.

There was a look of appreciation on Ye Feng's face.

It can be seen that Feng Shaokun's fighting skills are definitely not the kind of airs for the sake of being handsome, but those who have really worked hard in this area.

Moreover, his actual combat experience is very rich. It can be seen that he often fights against people, which is a hundred times stronger than those "masters" who have no reputation.

But that's all. In Ye Feng's eyes, it's just the difference between 0 and 10 points.

Just when Feng Shaokun's foot came, Ye Feng suddenly let go of his other foot, and then turned his fist back into a fist, hitting the sole of his foot.

His punch seemed weak, but Feng Shaokun's body flew straight out like a cannonball.

"boom"

Feng Shaokun flew out three or four meters, and hit the ground heavily, raising a large cloud of dust.

The audience was stunned.

"I'm going, what... what's going on here? Who of you can see clearly?"

"That's right, Young Master Kun was clearly the attacker just now, and Ye Feng was forced to fight back, why was he instantly killed so quickly?"

"I didn't see clearly either. They played too fast. Anyway, Mr. Ye only used one hand from the beginning to the end."

"Defeated Kun Shao with one hand? Do you want to be so exaggerated?"

"Mr. Ye not only has great racing skills, but his fighting skills are also terrifying?"

"This can no longer be described as a genius, it is simply a monster..."

Everyone was shocked by this sudden result.

Before that, Feng Shaokun had always maintained this crushing posture, and Ye Feng was forced by him to retreat again and again.

Who would have thought that in the blink of an eye, the situation would be reversed.

Ye Feng's blocking, grabbing, pressing, throwing, and that last punch just now can be said to be done in one go, and the speed is extremely fast. Except for him and Feng Shaokun, no one knows what happened.

They just saw that Ye Feng defeated Feng Shaokun with one hand.

This kind of impact is simply unparalleled.

Feng Shaokun got up from the ground in disgrace, and also looked at Ye Feng inexplicably in horror.

He only had some numbness in the soles of his feet, and he was not seriously injured. He knew very well that this was the other party showing mercy, otherwise, his foot would probably be abolished.

This made him even more horrified.

His fighting skills are taught by senior coaches of the special forces, and he has honed them from actual combats.

But now he was crushed by the other party, as if an adult was teasing a child.

Racing and fighting can be said to be the two skills he is most proud of, but now they are all defeated by the opponent, and the strength is still so different.

An unprecedented sense of frustration welled up in my heart.

"I... I admit defeat!" He gritted his teeth and said these words.

Although he was not injured, he still had the strength to fight again.

But he knew very well in his heart that there was a huge gap between the two of them, even if they stalked them to death, it would be meaningless.

After saying these words, his whole body became decadent.

The pride and dignity he had insisted on for so many years was now crushed by a man younger than him, and his entire belief began to collapse.

Zhuang Xiaoqiao originally wanted to take the opportunity to taunt him, to let this guy who is usually arrogant in front of her taste the feeling of being abused.

But seeing his slumped look, she immediately dismissed the idea, "Brother Shaokun, are you okay?"

Feng Shaokun laughed bitterly, "I'm fine, victory or defeat is a common matter in military affairs."

"A loss is a loss. As long as I work hard to improve my strength, I will win back a little bit sooner or later."

At this time, Zhuang Xiaoqiao said quietly, "I'm afraid you won't have this chance. He was once under the siege of more than 200 people from the Chaoxin Society, and he was safe and sound."

Feng Shaokun immediately widened his glasses in disbelief, "What did you say?"

Zhuang Xiaoqiao began to show off Ye Feng's achievements to him as if offering a treasure.

"Besides, he is not only strong in force. He can also identify rough stones. He made hundreds of millions in the stone gambling conference before."

"Also, his medical skills are also very good. You know my illness. Many famous doctors at home and abroad are helpless, and now they are almost cured by him."

"Also, his gambling skills are also super strong. He just went to the gambling city some time ago and made it to the finals of the gambling king competition all the way. If he hadn't retired at the last minute, he would have been the gambling king."

"and also"

"puff"

Before she could finish speaking, Feng Shaokun spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

Zhuang Xiaoqiao was startled, and hurriedly stepped forward to check, "Brother Shaokun, are you okay?"

Her original intention was just to let him recognize the gap in strength between him and Ye Feng, but she didn't expect Brother Shaokun's psychological endurance to be so weak that he vomited blood after being hit.

Everyone around was also taken aback.

On the one hand, he was surprised by Ye Feng's perverted record, and on the other hand, he was surprised that Feng Shaokun was vomiting blood from anger.

This is too magical, right?