Chapter: 163
With the sound of Dao Twelve, he shouted loudly. With a fierce punch, he pointed directly at Han Sanqian's chest.
Han Sanqian's hands formed palms to protect his chest, and the huge force struck Han Sanqian, which made Han Sanqian retreat smoothly all the way to the edge of the ring.
In the stands, Mo Yang and Lin Yong stood up at the same time. Although they were not in it, they could feel the astonishing power of Dao Twelve's punch.
"Fuck, the power of the twelve swords is too abnormal." Mo Yang said.
"The perverted one is Brother Sanqian, he didn't take a step back like this, he couldn't relieve his strength at all, and he took all the force of the knife and twelve punches." Lin Yong said.
"It's really not possible, we are the only ones who come forward, even if we tear ourselves apart with Ye Fei, we can't put Han Sanqian in danger." Mo Yang couldn't help but watch Han Sanqian get hurt, and in his opinion, Han Sanqian can never be the opponent of Dao Twelve.
"Wait a little longer, Brother Sanqian should be sensible."
"With my strength, I don't even want to take a step back. That's right." Dao Twelve looked at Han Sanqian appreciatively. As an ordinary person, he would have already fallen on the ring, but Han Sanqian didn't. Still as stable as Mount Tai.
Han Sanqian lowered his hands and put them behind his back. No one could see his slightly trembling hands.
"You are such a powerful person, you chose to come here to make a living, but you were buried." Han Sanqian said lightly.
Dao Twelve looked indifferent, and said: "I took the boxing ring's money, and I have to do things for the boxing ring. I appreciate you, but it doesn't mean I will let you go."
Knife Twelve stepped on the ground with his right foot, and a shocking footprint appeared in the ring. His huge body was like a fierce tiger, and his right fist roared towards him.
Han Sanqian jumped up lightly and kicked out his right leg, as if intending to catch the punch with his foot.
"You are courting death." Dao Twelve snorted coldly.
Han Sanqian twisted his body in an extremely unergonomic posture in the air, avoiding Dao Twelve's fist, kicked his foot on Dao Twelve's chest, and then stepped out with his left foot like thunder.
Dao Twelve frowned slightly, and withdrew his fists to resist Han Sanqian's two feet forcefully.
Dao Twelve thought that he would have no problem bearing Han Sanqian's feet, but when that force hit, Dao Twelve's expression changed drastically. Compared with what he imagined, the strength was much stronger!
As Han Sanqian was falling, he kicked again.
Dao Twelve retreated three steps in a row and stood there dumbfounded!
The entire boxing arena was silent.
Seeing this scene, the other boxers beside the ring widened their eyes. It's like seeing a ghost, I can't believe it.
Forced to withdraw the knife twelve!
This person actually forced Knife Twelve back.
Such a powerful Dao Twelve, who had never met an enemy, did not lose, but he retreated three steps in a row, which is already an unbelievable thing.
Han Sanqian landed on the ground and made a loud noise in the ring.
"Does what you said count?" Han Sanqian said lightly.
Knife Twelve said it. As long as he can force him to take one step back, he will admit defeat, but now, he has taken three steps back.
He walked off the ring without saying a word, and said to the staff: "I don't want the money for this match."
The staff looked like a pig's liver, this matter must be known by Ye Fei and blamed. He can take full responsibility.
Han Sanqian breathed a sigh of relief. If Dao Twelve refused to accept his account and continued to fight, he might have to be carried away from the boxing ring today. His hands were so numb he couldn't feel them. Dao Twelve's momentary carelessness allowed him to find the opportunity. JrNovels.com
Han Sanqian's hands formed palms to protect his chest, and the huge force struck Han Sanqian, which made Han Sanqian retreat smoothly all the way to the edge of the ring.
In the stands, Mo Yang and Lin Yong stood up at the same time. Although they were not in it, they could feel the astonishing power of Dao Twelve's punch.
"Fuck, the power of the twelve swords is too abnormal." Mo Yang said.
"The perverted one is Brother Sanqian, he didn't take a step back like this, he couldn't relieve his strength at all, and he took all the force of the knife and twelve punches." Lin Yong said.
"It's really not possible, we are the only ones who come forward, even if we tear ourselves apart with Ye Fei, we can't put Han Sanqian in danger." Mo Yang couldn't help but watch Han Sanqian get hurt, and in his opinion, Han Sanqian can never be the opponent of Dao Twelve.
"Wait a little longer, Brother Sanqian should be sensible."
"With my strength, I don't even want to take a step back. That's right." Dao Twelve looked at Han Sanqian appreciatively. As an ordinary person, he would have already fallen on the ring, but Han Sanqian didn't. Still as stable as Mount Tai.
Han Sanqian lowered his hands and put them behind his back. No one could see his slightly trembling hands.
"You are such a powerful person, you chose to come here to make a living, but you were buried." Han Sanqian said lightly.
Dao Twelve looked indifferent, and said: "I took the boxing ring's money, and I have to do things for the boxing ring. I appreciate you, but it doesn't mean I will let you go."
Knife Twelve stepped on the ground with his right foot, and a shocking footprint appeared in the ring. His huge body was like a fierce tiger, and his right fist roared towards him.
Han Sanqian jumped up lightly and kicked out his right leg, as if intending to catch the punch with his foot.
"You are courting death." Dao Twelve snorted coldly.
Han Sanqian twisted his body in an extremely unergonomic posture in the air, avoiding Dao Twelve's fist, kicked his foot on Dao Twelve's chest, and then stepped out with his left foot like thunder.
Dao Twelve frowned slightly, and withdrew his fists to resist Han Sanqian's two feet forcefully.
Dao Twelve thought that he would have no problem bearing Han Sanqian's feet, but when that force hit, Dao Twelve's expression changed drastically. Compared with what he imagined, the strength was much stronger!
As Han Sanqian was falling, he kicked again.
Dao Twelve retreated three steps in a row and stood there dumbfounded!
The entire boxing arena was silent.
Seeing this scene, the other boxers beside the ring widened their eyes. It's like seeing a ghost, I can't believe it.
Forced to withdraw the knife twelve!
This person actually forced Knife Twelve back.
Such a powerful Dao Twelve, who had never met an enemy, did not lose, but he retreated three steps in a row, which is already an unbelievable thing.
Han Sanqian landed on the ground and made a loud noise in the ring.
"Does what you said count?" Han Sanqian said lightly.
Knife Twelve said it. As long as he can force him to take one step back, he will admit defeat, but now, he has taken three steps back.
He walked off the ring without saying a word, and said to the staff: "I don't want the money for this match."
The staff looked like a pig's liver, this matter must be known by Ye Fei and blamed. He can take full responsibility.
Han Sanqian breathed a sigh of relief. If Dao Twelve refused to accept his account and continued to fight, he might have to be carried away from the boxing ring today. His hands were so numb he couldn't feel them. Dao Twelve's momentary carelessness allowed him to find the opportunity. JrNovels.com
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