"Ha, this newcomer Basil Jaak seems to have some strength. This punch looks quite powerful, but it's not enough to break my Golden Bell Shield and Iron Cloth Shirt..."
Upon seeing Basil Jaak's punch, Stallone sneered dismissively in his heart.
Boom!
However—
At that moment, Basil Jaak's fist had already struck his chest!
Everyone instantly saw that when Basil Jaak's punch hit Stallone, it was as if he was propelled by a huge spring; he flew more than ten meters, flew out of the arena, and landed by the feet of Gilbert More and Michael on the distant VIP platform!
"Pfft!"
Stallone spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his face extremely ugly, "What's going on? How could his punch pack so much power?"
The venue had four arenas, but at this moment, the audience around all four arenas turned their attention to Stallone on the VIP platform.
Damn, what's with these two? They can fight so well? They actually hit a person all the way to the feet of the VIPs, awesome!