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Just this year's Black Fist Contest, he had personally witnessed the terror of A Biao's fist.

At that time, A Biao's opponent was an Indonesian black man, who claimed that he could defeat no one in Indonesia, and in the end, he was only able to take the stage for two moves before being punched in the chest by A Biao.

The black man's chest was blasted with a two centimeter fist shaped dent. Several of his sternum had been broken.

Under the protection of the sternum, the heart, spleen, liver, and other parts of the body were all smashed into pieces by the powerful punch. The symmetrical position of his back and chest was pierced by several broken bone spikes.

In the end, the African man was only able to spit out a mouthful of blood that was mixed with his internal organs before dying a violent death!

The leader of a generation of Indonesian black men died a miserable death under A Biao's punch.

At this time, although A Biao's big fist had recovered quite a bit due to Qu Diqiu's timely reminder, from Qu Diqiu's and the other's professional point of view, his current big fist was still extremely powerful.

Although it did not reach the degree of suddenly killing Wang Xiaoyu with one punch, it was still more than enough to dislocate the tibia bone in his hand and cripple it.

Qu Diqiu practically analyzed the strength of both sides in an instant. When he saw that the two fists were clashing, he shook his head and sighed, "Young man, you have to suffer some setbacks in order to know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is!"

"Boom!"

The moment the two fists collided, a loud sound was heard. Wang Xiaoyu was forced ten steps back due to A Biao's punch, and only when his back touched the wall did he manage to stabilize his body.

On the other hand, A Biao had maintained his posture with his huge fist, his body like a small mound without moving at all!

In this clash of fists, the strength of both sides was clear to see.

"Hmm?"

A Biao's eyes flashed with surprise, he looked at Wang Xiaoyu with some suspicion, and seeing that he had only taken ten steps back and his face was as red as ever, and did not have the tendency to vomit blood and fall to the ground, he could not help but feel startled.

Others might not know the power of his punch, but he knew it very well.

Although he had received Qu Diqiu's reminder in time, he had only managed to barely withdraw fifty percent of his strength, and his fist only had the remnants of the other fifty percent when struck against Wang Xiaoyu's fist.

However, he could at least make his opponent's internal organs tremble and spit out three liters of blood with his five percent strength.

But why does Wang Xiaoyu look like nothing happened?

A Biao was filled with suspicions, he slowly withdrew his fist and turned to look at Qu Diqiu who was inside the house. He wanted to see what the boss had ordered him to do, but when his eyes met Qu Diqiu, he saw that the boss' eyes were filled with the same light as his.

"A Biao, it seems that we have underestimated this brat!"

However, he quickly raised his teacup once again and took a sip, then suddenly shouted: "A Biao, do your best, just hold your breath!"

After receiving Elder Qu's clear instructions, A Biao slowly turned his head towards Wang Xiaoyu, and laughed at him. Then he shouted: "Heh, little brat, I never thought that you would be able to receive one of my punches!"

"Tell me, what's your name? I can consider breaking two of your bones in this fist strike!"

Wang Xiaoyu patted his clothes and rubbed his fists. With both of his hands behind his back, he walked towards A Biao leisurely from ten steps away, and said: "Oh? Didn't you already know my name? "

Seeing Wang Xiaoyu's calm and composed expression, A Biao suddenly felt that he was being looked down upon. To someone like him who was an expert on the Black Fist Board, this was simply an insult to him.

Immediately, his face darkened and he bellowed: "Hmph, I, A Biao, have been a murderer for my entire life, there is no need to mention my name!"

"I only asked for your name because I think highly of you. Since you don't know what's good for you, I will definitely make you regret it for the rest of your life!"

"Oh? Regret for life? "Hahaha, Big Bro, you think too highly of yourself!"

Hearing A Biao's words, Wang Xiaoyu unconsciously laughed out loud, and stopped three steps away from him.

Her line of sight was parallel to A Biao's chest, and she said calmly: "Big guy, considering your pretentious attitude, I can give you a chance to live!"

"What?"

The last time there was someone who called him Big Guy, he had already been smashed into a pulp by his two punches. Thinking about it, the pile of grass on top of the grave should already be as tall as Wang Xiaoyu by now.

Originally, when he heard Wang Xiaoyu call him big guy again, he was prepared to take a step forward and punch him to death, but just as he was about to take another step, Wang Xiaoyu had actually said that he would give him a chance to live!

"Did this guy break his head when he was killing the Black Blade Sect?"

A Biao could not help but think in his heart. At the same time, the anger in his body climbed higher and higher, until it was like the melting of a volcano.

Almost at the same time, A Biao slightly bent his body, and punched out with a fist full of hundred percent of his power.

is angry, I can't stop him now!

Qu Diqiu who was sitting in the rented room drinking tea felt terrible in his heart when he saw A Biao's punch.

Initially, he had wanted A Biao to cripple Wang Xiaoyu and capture him alive before using the Psychic Fist Master MIS. Li Jun hypnotized and asked where the box was hidden. Once she obtained the box, she would silence Wang Xiaoyu.

Unexpectedly, A Biao was enraged by their exchange!

This anger was not something he could control, maybe Wang Xiaoyu would really be killed by A Biao's fist.

"MIS. "Li Jun!"

Qu Diqiu knew very well that when A Biao was enraged, even ten oxen could not hold him back. Li Jun shouted, hoping for him to use her special mental fist technique to stop A Biao.

However, it was clear that Qu Diqiu and MIS were behind this. Li Jun was a step too late!

Before Qu Diqiu could finish speaking, A Biao's fist, which was 100% filled with gale, smashed towards Wang Xiaoyu who was two steps away from him.

The punch had an immense strength and its speed was extremely fast. It was like a large hammer smashing into one's face, and Wang Xiaoyu's hair stood on end even though he was two steps away from the punch.

"Heh, I'll give you a chance to not take it. Then don't blame me for being impolite!"

Facing this fist that was like a huge hammer smashing down, Wang Xiaoyu snorted, like a grandmaster in martial arts, he waved his left hand at the clothes on his waist, his body squatting down slightly, after that, he clenched his right fist and punched forward.

Looking at that, he actually planned to take A Biao's punch head on for the second time.

"It's over!"

Qu Diqiu closed his eyes helplessly. He was well aware that A Biao's second and first punch were completely different concepts. The one hundred percent of one punch and the fifty percent of one punch were not as simple as just the difference in numbers.