Chapter: 1770

The sharp edge, pointing directly at the stepping stone, Zhou Botong!

Just like that, under the moonlit night, a great battle broke out!

bang bang bang~

Zhou Botong took the lead in attacking, whether it was punches or legs, the torrential attack was like a violent storm, pouring crazily.

"it's useless."

"As I said, after Ip Man, there will be no more Wing Chun."

"Your so-called boxing skills are just some show."

However, Ren Zhou Botong was aggressive, but Wen Liang shook his head with a smile all the time.

That contemptuous tone made Zhou Botong furious!

"shut up!"

"You madman, die for me~"

Amidst the loud shouts, Zhou Botong immediately used his housekeeping skills.

"Cut hands!"

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"Straight hammer!"

...

"Tiger Crash~"

...

Under the darkness of night, Zhou Botong's set of boxing techniques were fierce and vigorous, extremely beautiful.

On this stage, the judges specified that they could give full marks.

But it's a pity, now it's not a performance, but a life-and-death struggle!

"It's over~"

"It's over~"

The cold voice, like the call of the god of death, and like the chant of the devil, quietly sounded in this night.

At the same time as Wen Liang's words sounded, Zhou Botong's punch hit the empty space again.

"Without further ado!"

"Die~"

At that time, Zhou Botong's old face was undoubtedly flushed because of anger and anxiety.

Facing Wen Liang's cold words, Zhou Botong yelled angrily.

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