After Feng Xingtong finished speaking, he subconsciously felt a little relaxed.

"Admit defeat? Damn it, why don't you give me that old thing? That bastard in your company eliminated Deng Youfu and made me miss a big supplement, and you still want to admit defeat!"

Wang Bing was extremely angry at this time. He was originally on the same track as Deng Youfu, but Wang Bing already regarded the spirit of the other party as a tonic.

Unexpectedly, he was eliminated by the people from Tianxiahui.

This made him very angry.

As a result, I saw another good spirit in Fengxingtong, which could make up for it.

Unexpectedly, the other party also defended her fiercely.

"Go to hell!"

Wang Bing hit Feng Xingtong's arm with a punch. There was some loose Qi, but it was not fully protected.

"Crack!"

A clear voice sounded, and Wang Bing punched Feng Xingtong's head a second time.

"Snapped!"

Feng Xingtong looked at the fist close at hand, with cold sweat on his forehead.

The Taoist priest, who was the referee, grabbed Wang Bing's arm with a gloomy look and threw it away with his backhand.

The Taoist priest's expression was ugly. He turned around and said coldly: "The opponent has admitted defeat and the game is over. Do you want to be disqualified?"
Chapter completed!