Chapter 241

To achieve this goal, they had to eliminate this punk first! The black belt master from the little Korean stickland who had been knocked flying was still lying by the edge of the ring, coughing up mouthfuls of blood. He slowly regained a tiny bit of consciousness, yet still found it impossible to believe that he had failed to block even a single punch. Moreover, just from that one punch, his entire body ached with a blinding agony, and he could not muster an ounce of strength! What on earth was going on? Logically speaking, given his physical conditioning, even if he took a punch head-on, he shouldn't have ended up in this state!