A Direct Confrontation

Ruan Zhennan's nickname was Iron Hand, which meant that his arm was as solid as steel. When his fist hit a person's body, it was like an iron hammer hitting a person's body.

Ordinary people would not be able to withstand a punch like this. Even professional boxers would complain after eating his iron fist.

Facing an opponent like Ruan Zhennan, most boxers could only dodge or block. Very few people dared to fight Ruan Zhennan head on.

At this moment, Ruan Zhennan realized that Loong Fei had started to fight him head on. He immediately became excited. He had finally found a place to vent the anger in his body.

"Bang!"

With a punch, Ruan Zhennan's arm flew towards Loong Fei's head with the sound of the wind.

Seeing Ruan Zhennan's fist coming towards him, Loong Fei did not avoid it. Instead, he stretched out his fist and welcomed it.

Bang!

With a dull sound, Loong Fei's fist collided with Ruan Zhennan's fist.