Fists had already been thrown, and there was nothing left to conceal. Wen Song did not hold back, saying directly, "Lu Ming, I just see that you have good skills. It's rare to find a master like you. I want to test my skills against yours."
Test skills?
That simple?
Lu Ming said coldly, "Master Wen, shouldn't you consider the occasion when you want to test your skills against me? After we join forces to help the Su family win the championship, we can find an opportunity to spar, wouldn't that be better?"
"Heh heh, no, I want to test my skills against you right now! Lu Ming, take this!"
Wen Song did not conceal anything, throwing his fists at Lu Ming, each strike aimed to kill.
It had to be said, Wen Song's strength was quite considerable.
A normal person facing Wen Song would not last three seconds. His fists were like lightning, incredibly fast and immensely powerful.
The stools were shattered and fell to the ground.
The audience watched with excitement.
Although they didn't understand why Wen Song was attacking Lu Ming when they were both boxers for the Su family, seeing Wen Song's impressive skills was well worth it.
In the crowd, it was Fan Xiaoyun's turn to be confused.
What was going on?
When she first saw Wen Song stand up, Fan Xiaoyun felt there was no hope of winning. Who knew there would be a complete reversal, and Wen Song would start fighting Lu Ming.
This was very interesting.
Fan Xiaoyun looked at Fan Xiang and asked, "Brother, did you arrange this?"
Fan Xiang shrugged his shoulders, "No, this guy Wen Song is incorruptible. No matter how much money I offered him, he wouldn't agree to help our Fan family. This wasn't arranged by me."
If Fan Xiang didn't arrange it, who else could it be?
Fan Xiaoyun scanned the surroundings, her gaze settling on a woman: Su Ru!
Fan Xiaoyun knew very well the animosity between Su Ru and Su Wanran, and she also knew that Su Ru was a very cold and venomous snake. Schemes like this, which harmed people behind their backs, were most likely conceived by Su Ru.
Especially seeing Yu Shan beside Su Ru, Fan Xiaoyun immediately understood what was happening.
"So, it's a hero who can't overcome beauty," Fan Xiaoyun chuckled, "Well done, Su Ru, your methods are so vicious, even I am ashamed."
Back in the plaza.
Wen Song and Lu Ming were locked in a fierce battle.
No, that was not right.
It should be said that Wen Song was constantly attacking, while Lu Ming was merely dodging, suppressed by Wen Song to the point of having no chance to counter, and even almost KO'd by Wen Song several times.
Everyone exclaimed at Wen Song's power.
"We originally thought Lu Ming was already very strong, but we didn't expect Wen Song to be even more formidable."
"I was wrong. I thought Lu Ming was stronger than Wen Song. As it turns out, the best in Wudu is still the best in Wudu. Look, Lu Ming doesn't even have a chance to fight back!"
"Wen Song, amazing!"
Lu Ming paid no mind and continued to dodge.
Wen Song kept attacking, but he couldn't land a hit.
After a moment.
Wen Song said anxiously, "Lu Ming, are you being too cowardly? You only know how to dodge! If you're a man, then fight me head-on, don't just hide like a shrinking turtle."
Hearing Wen Song's words, Lu Ming took two steps back and shook his hands, "This is what you asked for."
Finally getting serious!
Wen Song laughed heartily, "Yes, I asked for it. Lu Ming, show me your fists and see how tough you really are!"
Lu Ming gently raised his fist, took a deep breath, and prepared to attack.
The people around shook their heads, mocking Lu Ming's foolishness.
"Is he an idiot? He was provoked by Wen Song's words and gave up his advantage."
"Lu Ming's strength lies in his agility, while Wen Song's strength lies in his power. Lu Ming's previous strategy was correct: keep dodging until the right moment to strike. Now he's not dodging and wants to compete with Wen Song in power. Alas... isn't that using his weakness against the enemy's strength? He's asking for trouble."
"Giving up his strengths after being said a few words, Lu Ming is still too green."
No one had high hopes for Lu Ming.
However.
Among the crowd, Jiang Mengxin slightly shook her head and said, "Wen Song is going to lose."
Su Wanran was startled, "No way? Wen Song is a top-tier master. He can kill a sow with one punch, he's very strong."
Jiang Mengxin said nothing, just watched quietly.
She had witnessed the power of Lu Ming's fists countless times. In a fistfight, Lu Ming would never lose.
On the plaza.
Lu Ming took a deep breath and said calmly, "Wen Song, I thought your skills were good. I was expecting you to realize your own limitations and concede automatically, but you've disappointed me too much."
Concede automatically?
Wen Song burst into laughter, sneering, "Concede to me? You think you're worthy?"
Lu Ming continued, "It seems I overestimated you. Someone who lacks basic self-awareness is not a true boxer. You are worse than third-rate."
With that said.
Lu Ming assumed a punching stance and said, "In ten seconds, I will throw a punch at your abdomen."
This...
Everyone in the entire venue was stunned.
No way?
Those who practice martial arts know that boxing emphasizes unpredictability, making it difficult for the opponent to guess your moves. Yet Lu Ming was foolish enough to reveal his plan and fighting style to his opponent!
This was equivalent to giving the opponent ample time to prepare?
Whether to dodge, resist, or fight to the death, the opponent had many choices.
Wen Song frowned and said, "Lu Ming, are you trying to trick me?"
Lu Ming replied, "No, I will definitely punch as I said. Three seconds left, 3, 2, 1, take this!!!"
The moment Lu Ming finished his last word, he sprang forward, his entire body like a lightning bolt streaking towards Wen Song.
The speed was so fast that the naked eye couldn't follow!
Wen Song had already made all sorts of preparations. His plan was to dodge first, then catch Lu Ming off guard and defeat him with one strike.
But he never expected that Lu Ming's punching speed would be unimaginably fast.
Even though Wen Song was prepared, and even though there was still some distance between them, when Lu Ming truly threw that punch, Wen Song embarrassingly realized that he couldn't keep up at all!
Too... too fast.
*Bang!!!*
Just as Lu Ming had said, he punched Wen Song in the abdomen, sending the man, who was hailed as the best in Wudu, flying off his stool.
Ten meters!
Wen Song crashed heavily to the ground, foaming at the mouth, his eyes closed, and he immediately fainted.
This time he was truly unconscious, not faking it.
The entire venue fell silent.
Everyone was shocked by the speed and power of Lu Ming's punch. Could such a powerful boxing technique exist in the world? Lu Ming was inhumanly strong!
After a long silence, thunderous applause erupted from the crowd.
The other competitors, witnessing Lu Ming's punch, lost their will to fight. They all shook their heads, jumped off their stools, and stood aside.
Was there still a point in fighting?
There was no point!
Lu Ming retracted his fist and, unimpeded, climbed to the highest peak, plucked the Lion's Embroidered Ball, and roared, "Lion King's Conquest, Su Family, Champions!!!"