Chapter Twenty-Five: Kicking Down the Hall

  "What?!"

  That fist changed color in an instant, immediately assuming an attacking posture, ready to attack.

  Zhao Rui let out a cold hum, took a step forward, and stuck to the fist like a ghost. He then grabbed his neck and threw him outwards.

  That fist didn't even have half a point of resistance, and was thrown out, drawing a parabola in the air, heavily smashing to the ground, making a "thud" impact sound.

  Almost at this moment, everyone's attention in the boxing gym was focused on Zhao Rui.

  Their eyes were mixed with surprise and hostility.

  No one had expected that someone would actually dare to swagger into the Rikiyu Boxing Gym and challenge them.

  Li Liyong's face also changed, with his prestige in the Dong'an fighting world, kicking the hall was not a common thing, but today he happened to encounter it. Moreover, this mysterious kicker had extremely surprising strength. His strongest boxer was defeated without even swinging a punch, which was something even he himself found hard to do!

  "When did I offend such a powerful enemy?" He was secretly shocked, but still had to say the polite words.

  He clenched his fists, and Li Liyong said: "Brother, since you're here to challenge us, you should at least give your name and show your face. Where can you hide like this? Besides, my apprentice didn't offend you, why did you beat him up?"

  "It's your disciple who wants to block my way." Zhao Rui said calmly, not buying into his act. "As for my name, you're not even worthy of asking!"

  Li Liyong was furious upon hearing this, he had seen arrogance before, but never to this extent. How could anyone speak like that? He was once the national free fighting champion and a number one figure in Dong'an, respected by all, where had he ever been looked down on like this? Although he also felt that this mysterious person who came to challenge him was extremely powerful, he himself wasn't without any strength either!

  "My master gave you face, but you don't want to give yourself face. Master, no need to waste words on him, take care of him!" Liu Wei suddenly stepped forward, pointing at Zhao Rui and scolding loudly.

  "Right! Take him away!"

  "Take him away!"

  The boxers and students in the gym were also excited, shouting one after another.

  Zhao Rui showed no fear, slightly raised his head, swept a glance over the crowd, and finally fixed his gaze on Liu Wei's face, saying calmly: "Next is you."

  Liu Wei's heart skipped a beat, and he felt a chill run down his spine. He didn't know why, but he felt that the guy in front of him was unfathomable, as if what he said would definitely come true. He began to regret speaking out of turn. However, he didn't know that even if he hadn't spoken out of turn, Zhao Rui still wouldn't have let him off easily.

  Li Liyong saw that Zhao Rui completely disregarded him, and he could no longer hold back his temper. With a low growl, he threw a swift punch, as fast as lightning, at Zhao Rui.

  The lead hand thrust punch is a probing attack, which can be both offensive and defensive. If the opponent handles it poorly, Li will immediately follow up with full force, striking the opponent with no chance to counterattack.

  Li Liuyong is still the champion of free combat, even if he is extremely angry in his heart, but he has not been confused by anger.

  Zhao Rui let out a hum and casually took a step to the side, easily dodging this attack.

  Li Liyong continued to probe several times, all of which were easily dodged by Zhao Rui.

  Li Liyong had a strange feeling in his heart, and to him, his opponent seemed to be full of weaknesses all over, but he just couldn't find a way to attack, on the contrary, he was very passive, as if being led and teased by his opponent.

  Based on his past match experience, this situation cannot continue, otherwise he will always follow the opponent's rhythm and lose badly.

  Li Liyong gritted his teeth and decided to go all in.

  He let out a loud roar, his legs suddenly bursting forth with force, as he charged forward, his right fist swinging in a straight line towards Zhao Rui's solar plexus!

  This punch concentrated all his strength, was extremely fierce and violent, the wind generated by the swinging fist actually produced a "whirring" sound that shattered the air, astonishing everyone!

  "Good!"

  "Take him down!"

  "Knock him down!"

  The students and boxers watching in the gym waved their arms and cheered loudly, cheering Li Lihong on.

  Faced with this ferocious attack, Zhao Rui's face revealed a cold and ruthless smile. He didn't dodge or evade, following Li Liyong's punching path, he countered with a single punch.

  Boom

  The two fists collided hard, and the loud crashing sound echoed in the boxing hall for a long time.

  Li Liyong let out a shrill cry of despair and flew backward before crashing headfirst to the ground.

  The muscles on his face were all twisted, his head was covered with sweat beads, and his right arm hung down like a dead snake.

  His entire right arm skeleton was crushed by this punch, and even the meridians on his body were severely invaded by Zhao Rui's true energy!

  The entire boxing hall was silent, every onlooker in a state of extreme shock, mouths agape, faces displaying an expression of incredulity.

  One punch!

  This mysterious kicker, from start to finish, only threw one punch and thoroughly defeated their master, the three-time national free-fighting champion!

  They deeply knew how powerful Li Lijun's strength was, but it was precisely because of this that the shock they were experiencing now was especially huge.

  They couldn't imagine how a strong professional boxer like Li Li Yong couldn't even take one punch from him!

  This disparity in strength can only be described as worlds apart!

  Too scary! This mysterious kicker is really too scary!

  The boxers and students in the boxing hall held their breath, gazing at Zhao Rui with fearful eyes, their hearts racing with anxiety.

  With this kicker's terrifying strength, it would be easy to take down everyone in the boxing gym. They probably wouldn't even have a chance to counterattack.

  They now just hope that this mysterious person will leave quickly after kicking them out and not take it out on them.

  Zhao Rui's gaze swept across everyone's face, and whoever his eyes landed on would immediately change color, their heart racing wildly.

  Liu Wei was now filled with regret, secretly blaming himself for why he had to be so talkative in the first place. As a result, he was now in trouble and wished he could turn into an ant and hide under the floorboards. Unfortunately, with his 1.9-meter height, there was nowhere for him to hide.

  "You!" Zhao Rui pointed at him with his hand, "Weren't you very arrogant just now? Come and play with me."

  "No! No!"

  Liu Wei's hands shook violently, his face filled with panic, "I'm not your opponent, I concede!"

  "Admit defeat? Is it that simple?"

  Zhao Rui smiled lightly, his smile full of icy cold meaning:

  I've come all this way just to bother you, where would I let you hide?