Han Sanqian nodded and stood opposite him. He was just a young man in his early twenties. Han Sanqian was very surprised that he was able to beat Knife Twelve into the hospital.

Lord Yan once said that Han Sanqian is already considered to be extremely talented at this age, but the young man standing in front of him is obviously more talented than him. Are both defeated by him?

"May I know your first and last name?" Han Sanqian asked the man.

The man smiled and said, "Are you here to avenge that man last night? Since it's revenge, why are you talking so much nonsense?"

Han Sanqian smiled, he could feel the arrogance of this young man just by saying a word, but he did have the capital of arrogance, he was able to beat Dao Twelve into the hospital, and the whole Yuncheng might not be able to find it Come alone.

The two shot together very tacitly. For the spectators in the stands, it was a very exciting fight, with both sides playing back and forth.

But for Han Sanqian, he felt overwhelming pressure from the very beginning. This kind of pressure was as suffocating as he was fighting Yan Jun.

The shock in Han Sanqian's heart became more and more intense. He even felt that even if this young man was Lord Yan, it would be very difficult to win him.

Where does this monster come from, at such an age, it can possess such amazing skills!

"It's not interesting." During the fight, Han Sanqian suddenly heard the man say.

Just when there was an unknown premonition in my heart. Han Sanqian felt that his punching hand appeared like a phantom. This was because the speed was too fast for people to see clearly.

The hands subconsciously pressed against the chest, but in an instant, a huge force was transmitted from the palms to the whole body, and then the body flew backwards out of control until it hit the side rope. Han Sanqian stopped.

The burning pain in both hands has reached the point of numbness and loss of consciousness. Han Sanqian gritted his teeth and couldn't stop his hands from trembling slightly.

powerful!

Very strong!

This young man put pressure on Han Sanqian, just like Lord Yan standing in front of him.

"You are such a rubbish. How dare you avenge him?" The man said to Han Sanqian with disdain.

"Can you make a friend?" Such a strong enemy, as an opponent, is not good news for Han Sanqian, and it is best to be able to win over.

But he didn't seem to intend to do so. Smiling contemptuously, he said, "Make friends with trash like you? Sorry, I'm not interested."

After finishing speaking, he looked towards the Sifang stands and said, "Is there anyone else who will compete with me for this one hundred thousand yuan?"

Most of the spectators were present in the fight against Knife Twelve last night, and they have seen him so well, who would dare to end at this time?

"Since there is no one, the money should be given to me, right?" the man said to the manager.

The manager glanced at Han Sanqian, saw Han Sanqian nodded, and said, "I'll get you the money right away."

Han Sanqian returned to the backstage and went to the boxer lounge. There was nothing unusual on the surface of his wrist, but the scorching pain did not disappear at all. Fortunately, he used his palm to bear the force. If he used his fist, he might have to suffer again It's been a week since I got a plaster cast.

"Brother Sanqian. He has already left after taking the money." After a while, the manager came to the lounge and said to Han Sanqian.

Han Sanqian nodded. People like him are definitely not just seeking money, but also have other purposes.

"Have you sent someone to follow you?" Han Sanqian asked.

"I sent someone to follow him last night, but he has a strong sense of anti-stalking. I don't think there will be any gains tonight." The manager said.

Han Sanqian said with a sinking face, "Just do your best. I hope he doesn't come after us. Otherwise, we will be in big trouble."

After resting for a while, Han Sanqian left the boxing ring and went to the hospital to explain the situation to Dao Twelve. JrNovels.com