Boundless Fighting, arena.
Shang Caiwei's exclamation was like the fuse of gunpowder, igniting the silent crowd.
The watching students looked at Shang Zhengyu lying on the ground and felt a sense of dissonance. You must know that Shang Zhengyu's dominance in the club was terrifying.
He was extremely combative, often engaging in real fights. Many students had experienced his ruthless strikes. At this moment, the powerful Shang Zhengyu lay on the ground, motionless.
The students didn't even see clearly what just happened.
Originally prepared to enjoy a good bout, Dong Qingfeng was equally stunned. He looked distantly at Jiang Ning standing on the platform, murmuring in disbelief.
He knew all too well how formidable Shang Zhengyu was, a towering mountain in his training career, yet...
The yoga lady spilled her water bottle, wetting her lush yoga outfit, leaving a wet mark.
Shang Caiwei called out, "Brother, brother!"
A few seconds later, Shang Zhengyu struggled to get up.
