As he said that, Xin Ji walked towards Wesley step by step, but he did not make an attacking punch in his hand. Seeing that the distance was less than one meter, Wesley, who was under great pressure, couldn't help but attack Xin Ji's chest and abdomen with a "upper step jab". The next moment, he noticed that his jab was lost again, and then his right ankle was hit hard, and his whole person lost balance. His left shoulder seemed to be pushed and fell heavily on the titanium alloy floor.

Wesley fell so hard that he didn't understand what was going on.

But everyone in the ring could see clearly. The moment Wesley punched, Xin Ji used a rotation step with his left foot as the central axis. While dodging the jab, he kicked Wesley's right ankle before landing, and then pushed Wesley casually and knocked down.

"Spike back and side kicks, whether it is the move connection or the force technique, Xin Ji has achieved perfection, and his grasp of the timing is even more powerful!" A coach who has also practiced Jingwu Changquan for many years was amazed repeatedly, ashamed of himself.

Xin Ji took a few steps back, first glanced at Liste not far away, then hooked his index finger at Wesley on the ground and said, "Get up!"

Wesley's eyes were almost bloodshot. He had never been treated like this before. He gritted his teeth and jumped up. Xin Ji walked closer step by step. Wesley hit the empty space as soon as he punched, and then lost Xin Ji's figure in front of him. He was hit hard behind him, and his body was knocked down, almost falling into a dog's mud.

Xin Ji walked around in front of Wesley, gently hooked his index finger again, "Get up!"

Wesley jumped up, and this time he took the initiative to attack, but in less than a second, he fell at Xin Ji's feet again.

"stand up!"

"stand up!"

"stand up!"

Wesley stood up again and again, and then was knocked down again and again. He never could last for three seconds in front of Xin Ji, and Xin Ji also used different tricks to knock down Wesley, kicked down, slapped, and kicked away... This is no longer a ring competition, but a practical teaching of the martial arts long fist, and it was even more a terrible complete abuse!

Every time Wesley was knocked down, Xin Ji looked at the director Liszt. His eyes were very calm, but Liszt felt that Xin Ji's eyes were like an invisible big hand, slapping him hard in the face!

A "bang" sound spread throughout the hall. Wesley was kicked into a rolling gourd by Xin Ji, and had another intimate contact with the floor. His eyes were filled with stars and he was in great pain.

"Hiss... it hurts!" Someone under the ring couldn't help but speak.

After being knocked down for the tenth time, Wesley was almost desperate and distracted, but he was still holding on to death and refused to give in. Everyone in the ring couldn't bear to watch anymore.

In fact, Xin Ji had already shown mercy and his grasp of strength was very reasonable. Wesley was knocked down more than a dozen times and looked miserable. In fact, it was just some skin trauma. It hurts very much, but not serious.

"But it's almost done."

When Wesley stood up again, Xin Ji, a few meters away, suddenly accelerated and his body was like thunder. In the blink of an eye, he suddenly rushed to Wesley. At the same time, a terrifying wave of violent air hit the face, and the entire arena seemed to be shrouded under the mouth of an invisible angry beast. One foot broke through layers of air from bottom to top, and kicked the chest with Wushuang momentum.

This is Xin Ji's first active attack in the ring.

Faced with such a terrible attack, Wesley was stunned and had no power to fight back. He closed his eyes in despair and waited for death.

But a second later, Wesley found himself safe and sound. When he opened his eyes, he saw Xin Ji holding his left leg to balance his body, lifting his right leg high over his shoulder, and his soles were steadily stopped in front of his chest. He was only a few millimeters away from kicking. The violent momentum he felt before was gone, as if he had never appeared before.

Before Wesley could be glad, Xin Ji's feet suddenly gently pushed forward and kicked him in the chest.

At such a short distance, Xin Ji's seemingly light kick burst out with huge power. Wesley was as if he was hit by a galloping car head-on, and his body flew into the air uncontrollably, flew out of the ring and fell below. Fortunately, he was caught by two martial arts staff below.

Xin Ji withdrew his right foot, walked to the edge of the ring, and said condescendingly: "I will teach you the principles of being a human being today. It is powerful and fast, so it may not be possible to practice boxing well. With your level, if you go back and practice for another hundred years, it will not be my opponent."

Wesley was so angry that he trembled all over when he was so despised. He didn't even notice that he was so severely hit that he was magically unharmed, and shouted in dissatisfaction: "You are not Jingwu Changquan at all..."
Chapter completed!