It was a Black man wearing his underwear on the outside.

Judging from its size alone, it is no less impressive than a tornado.

The muscle swelling was only slightly less intense than that of a tornado.

However, it is slightly shorter than the tornado, making it appear less imposing.

The key point is that Mr. Phoenix's outfit is just too devilish.

She wore a green vest and tan trousers, with a red pair of shorts over them.

In addition, he also sported a striking afro.

This guy is so tacky, even someone like Tu Xiaohei finds him incredibly tacky.

However, despite this, Mr. Phoenix did not feel that there was anything wrong with his clothes.

Instead, he has become engrossed in his own self-indulgent world.

With a flip, he landed directly on the ring, ignoring the tornado beside him, and immediately began his own declaration of victory.

However, Mr. Phoenix's Japanese accent was so heavy that Tu Xiaohei couldn't understand it at all.

Of course, not understanding was one thing, but just from the displeased expression on Tornado's face, Tu Xiaohei could tell that this guy called Mr. Phoenix had already angered him.

"Hey, you brat who only knows how to talk nonsense, come here and get a beating!"

Finally, after Mr. Phoenix had been rambling on for who knows how long, Tornado finally couldn't hold back anymore.

If the tornado's attack hadn't started before the match had even begun, it would have already started.

Yes, the great and handsome Mr. Tornado is a rule-abiding "good guy".

"Oh ho ho, Almighty God! So you're saying you're brave? It's just a champion of an underground fighting competition, what are you babbling about!"

Mr. Phoenix glanced at the tornado, and then, quite naturally, gave the tornado a "friendly international gesture".

"Fuck, say that again if you dare!"

When has a tornado ever suffered so much?

Right now, the tornado felt all the muscles in its body roaring, wanting to kill this arrogant guy.

You should never expect the great and handsome Mr. Tornado to talk to people like a nice guy.

The referee glanced at Mr. Phoenix, then at the raging tornado.

There are too many referees out there, and quite a few like Mr. Phoenix who court death.

Of course, if these people don't have solid strength as their trump card, their fate will be quite tragic.

For people like this, the referee can only give them a pitying look.

Of course, as a qualified referee, he also sensed the tension in their exchange of glances.

"Since you two are so eager to spar, then... let's begin!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the referee turned his head and jumped off the ring.

Tornadoes, on the other hand, are like a tiger that has been waiting for its prey for a long time.

His fist shot out the moment the referee uttered those words.

As the ace here, Tornado is naturally quite skilled in physical combat.

And this punch, seemingly a very ordinary straight punch...

In reality, it was just a very ordinary straight punch.

Combat sports and Chinese chess share some similarities.

No one will reveal their hand immediately unless the opponent is too weak to be feared.

Or perhaps they are simply too impetuous.

Unfortunately, the magnificent and handsome tornado is not the kind of person who is impetuous.

He didn't impulsively unleash his trump card in the face of Mr. Phoenix's verbal interference.

It was just a regular straight punch.

Just as Tornado's straight punch was extended, Mr. Phoenix, who had been acting like an annoying fly, suddenly turned cold. His hand clenched in that instant and struck directly at Tornado's jaw.

However, he showed no intention of defending against the tornado's straight punch.

It was just a straight punch; even if he got hit, it wouldn't be enough to render him unable to fight.

If the jaw were hit, dislocation would be certain.

Even if you miss, it can still put psychological pressure on them.

In short, no matter what you do, I'm definitely not at a loss.

Unfortunately, Mr. Phoenix's hopes were ultimately dashed.

The tornado's seemingly ordinary straight punch suddenly dropped downwards.

The fist, in that instant, had already severed Mr. Phoenix's wrist.

You think you can hit my jaw? I'll cripple your wrist before you can!

Neither of them spoke, but their eyes met only once, and they both knew what the other was thinking.

Clearly, Mr. Phoenix overlooked one thing.

Tornadoes are not as violent as they appear; at least, their verbal interference is quite limited for them.

Without hesitation, Mr. Phoenix abandoned his plan to attack the tornado's jaw and stepped back slightly, dodging one of the tornado's attacks.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye.

To an ordinary person, it would simply appear as if the two collided at the start, and then Mr. Phoenix immediately retreated.

Unfortunately, Mr. Phoenix's retreat played right into the tornado's hands.

If his opponent's momentum is not as strong as his, then his defeat is already destined.

A cold smile curled at the corner of the tornado's mouth as it exerted force with its powerful legs.

He quickly closed in on Mr. Phoenix, his golden hair waving wildly.

"Bang!"

Mr. Phoenix felt a sudden pain in his nose and his head retreated in front of his body.

Then, Mr. Phoenix felt his familiar railing preventing him from being knocked away in one blow.

However, it was precisely because of the barrier that Mr. Phoenix was able to savor this familiar pain.

However, the attacks of tornadoes never stop so easily.

Then, the tornado's hard fist made intimate contact with Mr. Phoenix's soft belly.

"cough!"

He didn't hold back at all when he threw that punch.

I almost threw up Mr. Phoenix's leftovers.

And that's not all.

The tornado pressed its hands firmly onto Mr. Phoenix's head.

He then threw it directly onto the ring.

He pressed his entire body directly onto Mr. Phoenix's chest.

The fists were raining down on Mr. Phoenix's face as if they were free.

"You're called the Phoenix? Today I'll turn you into a turkey!"

Please, the great and cool tornado doesn't hold grudges, because he always takes care of things on the spot.