Chapter 811

What is going on!?

However, Lu Mang didn't have time to think; time waits for no one, and he had to finish the battle quickly.

"Bow stance, splitting palm!"

"Horse stance, front kick!"

"Hook hand, straight punch!"

"Quite coherent!"

Lu Mang became more and more shocked as he fought, his forehead covered in sweat.

It wasn't because he was tired.

It was because Lin Yu had completely seen through his moves and even had predictive dodges.

How the hell is this supposed to be fought?

It's like two people playing rock-paper-scissors.

But the opponent can play a second later than you.

However, why has Lin Yu always been dodging and never fighting back?

Could it be that he only knows footwork and not fists and feet!

If so, then there is still a chance.

"Reminder:"

"Thirty seconds left."

The broadcaster was also getting impatient.

Without feeling Lin Yu's footwork at close range, in the eyes of outsiders, Lin Yu had been passively dodging and was already at the end of his rope.

"Lin Yu, stop hiding your strength."

"Are you looking down on me, Lu Mang?"

Lu Mang bit his lip and said in a deep voice.

"Fine! Let's do it for real."

Lin Yu checked the time; he had played enough.

"Take my punch!"

Lu Mang puffed out his cheeks and smashed fiercely toward Lin Yu.

He thought Lin Yu would dodge this time, but Lin Yu swung his fist as well, choosing to strike back directly.

"This punch has twenty years of force; you're going to trade punches with me?"

"Ah!"

Before Lu Mang could finish speaking, his body was like being hit by a train, flying directly and hanging onto the fence of the octagon cage.

Seeing this scene, the whole venue fell silent, followed by an uproar!