He looked at Li Jile again, with an expression full of scorn for an idiot: "Or are you saying this guy is not only a clown but also a clown with brain and ear problems?"
"Ah, ah, ah, kid, I'm gonna kill you!"
Originally planning to deal with it later, Li Jile couldn't hold back anymore after hearing this. He clenched his fist and swung it fiercely at Lin Beichen's forehead.
"Whoosh, whoosh."
As the punch was thrown, it brought a fierce gust of wind, and everyone nearby could feel a gale blowing towards them.
Even those who didn't understand martial arts could judge the power of this punch from the sound of the wind.
In fact, this punch, in terms of strength, speed, and control over muscles, reached a very high level.
Even on the black boxing field, it could barely qualify for the competition.
This was the result of Li Jile's hard practice with his family since childhood.
