The Magic Trading System

"It won't be long. It might be over in a few seconds. Then you can get up and run. Is there even a need to worry about the Guardian Office? " Zheng Hao shrugged and said impatiently.    

    

"Very good! Since you say so, then I will accompany you in this fight! I hope you can hold on for more than ten seconds! " Wu Kun took off his outer cover and threw it to the person beside him.    

    

He showcased his explosive muscles in an imposing manner. The winds from his punches blew as he performed a set of combination punches, stretching his arms and legs.    

    

This attracted a lot of cheers from the surrounding people.    

    

Some of the young ladies were stunned.    

    

"Alright!"    

    

"Too awesome!"    

    

"Tsk tsk!" This body of muscles makes one's eyes and heart race! "    

    

Compared to Zheng Hao, Wu Kun's strength was visible to the naked eye. Many people glanced at the bodies of the two combatants and threw pitiful looks at Zheng Hao.    

    

"This guy is really overestimating himself!" You actually dared to fight against Wu Kun! "    

    

"Who says it isn't? They are obviously not on the same level, this is suicide! "    

    

"I really can't bear to watch what's going to happen next, it's definitely going to be a tragic sight. I suspect that this brat will be beaten half to death by Wu Kun. Wu Kun is like a wild animal. I wonder what he will be like!"    

    

Someone started to talk at once.    

    

Obviously, no one was optimistic about Zheng Hao.    

    

Seeing Wu Kun moving around, Zheng Hao smiled and hooked his finger at Wu Kun: "Come! You can attack now. "    

    

"Very good! You have balls! "Then, just lie down!" As Wu Kun said this, he suddenly approached Zheng Hao. His two fists formed a set of combined fists and attacked Zheng Hao like a violent storm.    

    

Compared to an ordinary person, his punching speed was much faster.    

    

The wind from his punch quickly covered Zheng Hao's head.    

    

In the blink of an eye, it hit Zheng Hao in the face.    

    

The surrounding people held their breath, quietly watching the two play.    

    

Some of the girls didn't even dare to look at her anymore. They were so scared that they simply closed their eyes. They thought Zheng Hao would be beaten until blood splashed from his nose and his head was bleeding. He was in a miserable state.    

    

Zheng Hao looked at Wu Kun's sweeping fist and shook his head. In his eyes, this kind of speed was too slow, it was not even a threat to him.    

    

When Wu Kun's fist wind neared, Zheng Hao suddenly went as fast and as fast as lightning and threw out a kick.    

    

Yes, it just happened just in time to fly out.    

    

It was clean and fast.    

    

"BOOM!"    

    

However, Wu Kun had nowhere to hide from such a simple kick and it hit him right in the heart.    

    

In the next second, he was sent flying with a "whoosh".    

    

After flying for a good two meters, he finally landed and directly knocked down Chen Xiaoloong, Jing Tongxin, and the other two who were standing behind him.    

    

"Crackle!"    

    

The four of them rolled on the ground like gourds.    

    

The entire venue was deathly silent.    

    

No one could have imagined such an outcome.    

    

The National Sanda Champion Wu Kun, the boxing king of the 11 consecutive victories in the Martial Arts Competition, was killed before he could even get away in front of this unknown brat.    

    

And he was an outsider who was not well-known in boxing circles.    

    

This was simply too shocking.    

    

Many people could not believe their eyes. They thought they were seeing things. Rubbing his eyes, he saw Wu Kun, the unparalleled champion in his eyes, slowly get up from the ground, with a clear footprint on his chest.    

    

"Hua!"    

    

After a moment of silence, the surrounding students let out cries of alarm and clamor.    

    

"F * ck!" "I don't get it, did Wu Kun get hurt by a single move?"    

    

"I say, are they playing with us? With such momentum before the fight, the powerful fist king was sent flying by the weak opponent's kick! Is this a f * cking act art? "    

    

"Hey, did Wu Kunfei fly so high and so far away just now? Did he carry Weiya with him?" Were they shooting a fucking scene? Can anyone tell me where the camera is? "    

    

All in all, the students were making weird noises.    

    

No one believed that Zheng Hao could defeat Wu Kun with his own strength. They thought that the rich might have bribed Wu Kun to play a trick.    

    

In the midst of the clamor, Wu Kun and the others got up from the ground.    

    

Wu Kun felt embarrassed.    

    

He didn't even know how Zheng Hao kicked and he flew up. This speed was simply to unbelievable.    

    

He was ashamed and angry, but he was also a little afraid of Zheng Hao.    

    

However, he was still very unconvinced.    

    

"Fight again!" Wu Kun rushed towards Zheng Hao. This time, he was even faster. At the same time, he was taking precautions to save face.    

    

"Hehe!" I've said it before, you're not my match! " Zheng Hao didn't wait passively this time. With a flash, he rushed over.    

    

Wu Kun saw Wu Kun rushing over and threw a punch at his face.    

    

At the same time, Wu Kun also saw Zheng Hao's landing spot, and he kicked Zheng Hao's calf with his right foot. Bang! These two moves were just right.    

    

Unfortunately, his speed was far from Zheng Hao's.    

    

Zheng Hao's body flashed and pulled up an afterimage. He dodged to the side and appeared behind Wu Kun.    

    

Zheng Hao grabbed the back of Wu Kun's neck with one hand and one of Wu Kun's leg with the other. With a slight force, he lifted Wu Kun into the air.    

    

At the same time, Zheng Hao had already restrained Wu Kun's pulse.    

    

Wu Kun felt his whole body go numb. His hands and feet were hanging down powerlessly. He couldn't counterattack from the air.    

    

The surrounding spectators were all taken aback once again.    

    

To be able to lift a man that weighed at least 180 Jin and cause him to lose his combat strength in an instant, it showed Zheng Hao's cleverness.    

    

From this, it could be seen that when Wu Kun was sent flying, he definitely wasn't hit by the opponent's kick, and it wasn't because of their performance, but because the gap between him and this kid from outside the school was too big!    

    

Zheng Hao did not want to continue tangling with Wu Kun and the others, so he directly threw Wu Kun towards Chen Xiaoloong and the others.    

    

Once again, it caused those people to fall flat on their backs.    

    

However, Wu Kun was unable to get up successfully this time. After quite a while, he found that his limbs were still numb and he was unable to get up to continue fighting.    

    

"Are you admitting defeat?" Zheng Hao slowly walked towards Wu Kun and the others who were rolling around.    

    

His eyes were only focused on Wu Kun's face.    

    

Wu Kun's face was ashen.    

    

He knew that he had shamed himself today. How would people look at him from now on when he was completely crushed by a country bumpkin? He was the national champion in the Martial Arts Competition. He was the champion of 11 consecutive victories in the Martial Arts Competition.    

    

"I concede!" "I admit defeat!" Wu Kun said with a face full of shame.    

    

"Hehe!" As long as you are willing to admit defeat! " Zheng Hao nodded.