Fight

Bam!

Chen Zhao walked up and punched the big guy. Everyone heard the grating sound of his fist moving through the air.

Then, the big guy slowly fell backward and collapsed on the ground.

"Oman?"

"Oman, get up."

"Stop pretending dead. Stand up now."

Nobody believed that the seemingly weak Chen Zhao could knock Oman out in one blow.

Laurent and the bodyguards also watched in disbelief. Oman was the best fighter in the region.

If it was just fighting, even Karim, Howard and Kane were no match for Oman.

However, Chen Zhao had just defeated the bull in one punch.

No matter how the crowd tried to call him, Oman did not wake up.

"What a mean person. You sneak attacked him!"

"Are Asians all so mean?"

Chen Zhao shrugged. "He invited me to hit him thrice. I've just made one punch and he's already down. How disappointing."

"It's not a boxing tournament. Go and beat him up!" Powell shouted in anger.