“Good!” Chen Lin still appreciates Jian Yiheng’s attitude.
At the beginning of the competition, in order not to harm their lives, the two sides were forbidden to use any weapons, just fist and fight.
Chen Lin threw out his fists with great momentum and speed, like wind and electricity.
Jian Yiheng hid in a hurry.
Chen Lin’s moves are strange and changeable.
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