The Absolute Sage Meets The Succubus In Time

Inside the iron cage.

The god of jabs put his hands behind his back and walked towards Kan Mucheng with wild steps. Even though he had reached half a meter in front of Kan Mucheng, he still had no intention of stopping. After that, he pressed his whole body against him and slowly moved with his forehead. He moved closer to Kan Mucheng's head to provoke him.

At this time, the distance between the two noses was only a few centimeters, and Kan Mucheng felt great malice from the eyes of the jab god that filled his entire sight.

No conflict could break out before the game officially started. The referee quickly stepped forward and pulled the jab god away.

"Why don't you kid come to participate in some cloud city competitions if you don't study hard? Are you on summer vacation? This kind of competition is not suitable for you. Just win one game to experience it. Go home and review your lessons." The god of jab shook off the referee. Hand, raised eyebrows and said to Kan Mucheng.

Little brat—one of Kan Mucheng’s most annoying names!

I will be twenty-six in a month, so he may not be older than me, right? What bothers me the most is when people talk to me in this tone! Don’t you have eyes? If I hadn't lost the desire to fight, looking at his mean face would definitely increase my fighting power by 30%!

"Have you never been beaten when you grew up?" Kan Mucheng asked with wide eyes.

One of the original tactics was to anger the god of jabs, causing him to lose his mind and consume more energy. Unexpectedly, Kan Mucheng himself was angered first.

The god of jabs raised one corner of his mouth: "No nonsense, little brat, you are no match for me! I want to preserve my strength for the next competition and don't want any accidents to happen, so just admit defeat and listen to big brother, big brother I won’t block you at the entrance of your high school from now on, otherwise… you know!”

Which high school can I go to that will block me? Will they really bully me as a student? !

Just as Kan Mucheng was about to scold him, the referee walked up to the jab god and said sternly: "Warning! It is not allowed to threaten the opponent! It is not allowed to persuade the opponent to admit defeat before the game! If he does it again next time, he will be disqualified from the game!"

"Okay, okay, I understand, then don't waste time, let the game begin quickly." The jab god spread his hands towards the referee.

Kan Mucheng tried hard to calm down his mood and prevent himself from being affected by anger, so that he could implement the first step of the plan.

After the referee made the "game starts" gesture, Kan Mucheng said the lines he had prepared: "How do you manage to be so confident even though you are not strong? I will not fight back, I will give you hundreds of punches, Anyway, your jab is pitifully weak and it won’t hurt even if it hits you, so you’d better attack harder!”

"Don't fight back? Okay! You have to keep your word!" The jab god agreed excitedly.

Eh? ! He, why isn't he angry?

During analysis at home, Kan Mucheng believed that with the arrogant and powerful character of the god of jabs, if someone belittled his most proud jab, he would be angry and angry. Who would have thought that he would not react at all!

There was no time to be shocked now. Kan Mucheng quickly entered a defensive state and looked at the jab god warily.

The god of jabs used his unique footwork, moving his feet back and forth at an extremely fast speed, his upper body swinging from side to side like a pendulum, getting closer to Kan Mucheng little by little.

Two seconds later, the jab god threw his first punch with his right hand, but Kan Mucheng ducked his head.

Next, he struck out with his right jab one after another, all aimed at the head. Kan Mucheng retreated, bent down, raised his head, and avoided dozens of attacks. Just as Kan Mucheng was avoiding and studying his punching habits, the stabbing The God of Fists suddenly kicked out a low sweep and hit Kan Mucheng's ankle.

Kan Mucheng originally thought that the god of jabs had been using only his right hand to let him relax his guard, and then wait for the opportunity to throw a left fist that made him unable to defend himself. Therefore, Kan Mucheng's attention had been focused on his upper body, but he did not expect that he would actually kick out Scan low!

Although his jab is very powerful, it doesn't mean that he can't use his legs! Still careless!

After succeeding, the god of jabs swayed back and forth with an invisible "ghost footwork". His hands struck alternately, and the jabs struck Kan Mucheng's upper body like a storm.

Under this kind of offensive, Kan Mucheng couldn't dodge as easily as before. He could only keep moving his arms and barely resist.

Pain invaded his brain one after another, and Kan Mucheng's movements became more and more sluggish. The jab god saw the flaw and used a fake movement, then bent down and punched Kan Mucheng under the arm.

pain! It hurts so much! A few more attacks like this... I won't be able to hold on anymore! Kan Mucheng still overestimated his willpower!

This can't go on like this! He immediately backed away and leaned against the iron cage.

The god of jabs had no intention of letting him go, and quickly followed up in pursuit. Unexpectedly, Kan Mucheng actually ran in a circle around the iron cage.

He ran after Kan Mucheng, and Kan Mucheng stopped when he stopped, always keeping a safe distance of five meters from him.

"Is this still possible?"

"What operation is this?"

"A running race?"

This scene stunned the audience.

Wu Xin covered his forehead with his hands in the viewing room on the second floor, speechless: "Wooden! It's really wooden! What kind of understanding? I told you not to box with him, that's not what I meant!"

It didn't take long for Kan Mucheng's behavior to exhaust the patience of the audience and the jab god. The jab god stopped chasing, stopped and put his arms around the referee's neck and said, "Don't you leave him alone?"

The referee was still confused at first, but under the constant pressure of the overwhelming boos from the audience, he had to make a decision without permission: "Warning! Don't fight passively! If you continue to run away, I will rule that you voluntarily gave up the game!"

"Hasn't the Yuncheng competition always been under the banner of fighting without rules? Why are they not even allowed to run?" Kan Mucheng immediately retorted from a distance.

But the referee pretended not to hear what he said, and just ordered Kan Mucheng to return to the middle of the cage with an expressionless face.

The plan failed completely! The thorny road Kan Mucheng forcibly drove after crossing the dead end also brought him to the edge of the cliff.

what to do? What else can be done? Is this really the end of it?

I have already used the "Absolute Calm Concentration Time" at home. It has just passed and there is no way to enter it again now.

Kan Mucheng's brain was in chaos and he couldn't think of any countermeasures.

"Why aren't you moving? Keep running! Get ready to turn into a sandbag!" The god of jabs looked very unbeatable.

The time after that turned into a personal performance show by the jab god. His fists were spraying out like bullets from a machine gun, making Kan Mucheng retreat repeatedly.

After receiving an unknown number of punches, Kan Mucheng's consciousness gradually blurred. His body was swaying and he couldn't even stand steadily.

The god of jabs thought that there was no suspense in this battle, so he stopped taking it seriously. He turned around and looked at the audience. He opened his left hand and put it behind his ear, asking for cheers from the audience, while his right hand moved casually to his side. He punched Kan Mucheng on the head repeatedly.

Hundreds of spectators raised their arms and cheered for him, seeming very relieved. The "five boring minutes" in which Kan Mucheng escaped in circles made most of the audience side with the jab god in their hearts.

Realizing that today's audience seemed to love watching him humiliate his opponent, the jab god grabbed Kan Mucheng's hair and slapped him.

In the VIP viewing room, Wu Xin's whole body seemed to be covered with a dark and extremely terrifying aura. The blood seeping out of his fists fell on the wooden floor drop by drop, and a faint "tick" could be heard every two seconds. The sound made people feel scared, and the glass table that was originally beside her had turned into countless fragments scattered on the ground.