Smith raised his arms to block, but was still kicked back repeatedly.

"Qingfeng, let me fight him!" Chuyi said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Qingfeng immediately retreated.

"Mr. Shi, don't accuse us of bullying you. This is a one-on-one match! If you're scared, just admit defeat!"

Smith really wanted to curse!

This is one-on-one? Give me a break!

Chuyi stood quietly, staring straight ahead, looking very calm and confident.

Suddenly, Smith rushed towards Chuyi like lightning. His speed was so fast that he was like a gust of wind sweeping over, carrying endless power and murderous intent.

Chuyi's movements seemed unusually slow, as if time had frozen in him. He slowly raised his arms and nonchalantly met Smith's violent attack.

Every movement is so light and gentle, yet contains infinite power.

Each move was as natural and smooth as flowing water. Although his boxing skills were gentle, they were also firm within the softness, and contained an indescribable mysterious charm.

Smith's fierce attack was resolved in an instant.

"Tai Chi?"

Chuyi nodded, "You have good eyesight!"

He seized Smith's leg, followed the direction of his attack, and with a slight pull threw him out.

"Go!"

Zheng Yibai was kicking his sword out of boredom, and Smith just happened to fly onto his feet.

Under the influence of inertia, Smith flew directly out of the stage and flew towards the audience outside.

"Bang……"

"Ouch!"

Smith hit Avala right on the head.

Avala was unable to dodge and was hit directly. He kicked Smith away and with the help of his men, he finally stood up, feeling dizzy.

"You piece of crap! You can't even do this! Get out of here!"

Smith stood up unsteadily and left respectfully.