But Lin Bin took another step forward and punched him flexibly, hitting his jaw.
Bang.
Max's eyes suddenly turned white, and his body straightened up and fell heavily.
"ah?!"
"How, how could it be?"
“Oh no!”
"Max got hit hard on the jaw. It must have hit his vagus nerve. He's completely dizzy. Could it be that Max was knocked out just like that?"
"Oh my god, how could this happen? Max is so strong that he's abnormal. How could Lin Bin from the ancient Eastern country achieve this?"
"Did he cheat? He just violated the laws of physics so many times!"
“I think there’s something wrong!”
There was a roar from the audience.
Too many people felt something was wrong.
This is not 'scientific' at all!
In terms of physique, there is no possibility for Lin Bin to defeat Max!
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"Win."
At a mysterious data analysis center in Kyoto, the director watched the live broadcast and laughed, "He actually won. And, he just attacked from a distance, right?"
"Yes, Minister."
Several data analysts looked solemn. The screens in front of them kept replaying the scene of Lin Bin performing the Nine Dragons Combination just now, and they quickly came to a conclusion.
"It's definitely a long-range attack!"
"Before he used this move, the air around him, especially behind him, was twisting wildly!"
"Not only that, even though it's difficult for us to see clearly with our naked eyes through the live broadcast, algorithms can capture all the details and confirm that the air is also constantly distorting, even 'circulating internally.'"
"this···"
"This is definitely not something that can be done with internal energy!"
"At least so far, no martial arts master or internal energy expert has been able to achieve this level!"
"oh?!"
The minister's eyes lit up: "What a pleasant surprise! This really is a pleasant surprise!"
"So, he wasn't using internal energy? Then what kind of power is this? Internal energy?! Can you actually cultivate internal energy?"
He was overjoyed: "Great, this is really, wonderful!"
"Contact him!"
"No, don't contact him for now, keep a close eye on him!"
"I will immediately report to my superiors to our agents in Western countries. We absolutely cannot allow him to make any mistakes and must bring him back safely!"
After saying this, the minister strode away.
On the way, the minister was alone, but his heart was burning with passion.
"The Alliance prohibits us from leaving the country in order to seek asylum. We have to sign the 'All Things Must Not Become Spirits' secret order. Immortal cultivators are not allowed to leave."
"Moreover, there isn't much spiritual energy in this universe. It's extremely thin."
"I don't know how many immortal cultivators are left. But it's definitely not that many, and their strength... is likely far less than before. Once they perish, or become completely silent, the crisis for Molan Star will come."
"Where is the way?"
"Now it seems that perhaps the bet was right."
"If, if martial arts, or internal strength, had no upper limit..."
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In the group live broadcast room.
The group members all breathed a sigh of relief.
Feng Yuxiu: "We won!"
The thug in the suit said: "The jaw is already a vulnerable area, and there is also the vagus nerve. Add to that the internal force, and this will definitely knock him out."
West Factory Beauty: "The group leader is getting more and more powerful."
Jiang Asheng: "Indeed, after all, if I go up, I will definitely not be able to defeat Max, unless I am given a sword."
Lin Bin watched and couldn't help but say, "He's really strong. When a person's physical body develops to this level, it's really hard to resist in a naked hand-to-hand fight."
He won, but not easily.
It was really a result of trying every possible means, taking a gamble, and thinking frantically to find opportunities that ultimately led to this result.
What if not?
Hey, I'm afraid it will be torn apart by hands!
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shock.
incredible.
stunned···
People in Western countries, especially those at the scene and those watching the live broadcast in various places in Punk City, found it hard to believe that what they were seeing was real.
Max?
Fell down!
On the contrary, they simply looked down upon Lin Bin. A 'skinny' Lin Bin, an Oriental, stood on the ring and KOed their 'legend', Max?!
"Stand up!"
“Stand up!!!”
In the audience, too many people were roaring, hoping that Max would stand up, and at the same time, wanting to vent their anger.
However, it's useless.
The referee didn't dare to go on stage. He just looked on in confusion, then waved his hands and patted the ring, starting the countdown.
However, no miracle happened.
Max, KO.
The referee's face was grim, he was so angry that he was shaking, and he spoke weakly: "The winner is from the ancient Eastern country, Lin Bin..."
"oh!"
There was a cheer from the audience.
They were one of the few ancient Eastern peoples.
Wang Gang waved his arms excitedly.
But soon, their voices were silenced.
Various insults were heard from all around, most of which were directed at Max, but there were also some that were full of foul language and were cursing Lin Bin.
"roar!"
Sudden.
Max roared, climbed up from the ring, and wanted to attack, but was frightened by the roar and insults around him.
Then he reacted.
"I...was knocked out?"
His expression was extremely ugly, filled with anger and disbelief.
"What else?"
Lin Bin chuckled and pointed at the big screen.
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