At that moment, Ah Long glanced at Li Qiao, raised his eyebrows, and gestured towards the machine invitingly, "Miss Li, it's your turn."
The Lady of the Hall Master had dared to say their Third Hall members were inferior to a female boxer; today, she would see what real strength from the Secret Hall looked like.
Li Qiao nodded to Ah Long and walked over to the machine, glancing at it; his Boxing Power Value was 897.
The speed and power of a punch from an ordinary person wouldn't exceed 800, let alone those from the Secret Hall—they were not to be underestimated.
She pinched the sleeve around her wrist and slowly pushed it up past her forearm. Before she could continue to her next move, members of the Third Hall started whispering amongst themselves in the crowd.
"I bet Ah Long wins."
Where there's one, there's another, and hands went up in the crowd, "Ah Long, add one."
"Add two."
"Add three."
"I bet Miss Li wins."
"Ah Long, add four."
"Add five."
