To know that even a Martial Arts Grandmaster like Zheng Yonggang is no match for Bruce, how could Ye Feng, a young man in his twenties, possibly stand a chance against him?
"Ye Feng!" At this moment, Lei Yong roared angrily, "What the hell do you mean, you bastard? Don't you know the rules of the competition? Victory is only decided when a contestant admits defeat or falls off the platform. The two of them haven't settled the outcome yet, and you intervene. You'd better give me a reasonable explanation!"
Ye Feng calmly said, "I said, Zheng Yonggang has lost. Next, I will fight Bruce!"
"Just with you?" Lei Yong sneered, his eyes displaying disdain.
In Lei Yong's view, Ye Feng must be some family's pampered young master, strutting around with a Grandmaster bodyguard causing trouble everywhere. He didn't take Ye Feng seriously at all.
"Is this guy insane? Even Grandmasters can't stand against Bruce. Isn't he seeking death by going up there?"
