"It's finally starting."
Su Mu's first opponent, number 177, the unlucky fellow, was a fat man, who was tearfully stepping onto the stage.
Boom!
With a blast of ceremonial cannons, the first round of the competition began.
Su Mu took half a step forward, a fleeting shadow flickered in place, instantly crossing a hundred meters and delivering a punch.
The wind from the punch howled like a dragon's roar.
The fat man's expression changed drastically, his pupils shrank, and he realized the air around him had instantly frozen. In the next second, the terrifying fist enlarged in his pupils, leaving him without a shred of resistance.
The difference in strength was too vast.
"I, I concede!"
Su Mu's fist stopped a dozen meters in front of the fat man, the punch's wind making the fat on his face ripple violently. The fat man gulped down a large mouthful of saliva, confident that if it were a life-and-death battle, Su Mu could have killed him with a single punch.
