"Yes!" Zhao Dingtian roared and stood up.

"Zhu Sanqiang, you take this kid to go through the withdrawal procedures tomorrow and give you a week. I don't care what method you use, I will make his strength reach your level! Otherwise, I will not teach someone with mediocre qualifications

His disciple!" Ling Feng said coldly.

"Ah? Brother Feng, a week? A year is about the same!" Zhu Sanqiang was very embarrassed.

Ling Feng glanced at him with chilling eyes, and Zhu Sanqiang was so frightened that he didn't dare to breathe, and said in a cold voice, "When I went to do black boxing, I had only practiced martial arts for half a year!"

"As long as you firmly believe that it is possible, then it is possible!" Ling Feng looked at Zhao Dingtian.

"Okay, I'll fight!" Zhao Dingtian roared with enthusiasm.

I'll fight! These three words have become the slogan of the generation of black boxing kings who will sweep the black boxing world in the future! It was Ling Feng's stimulation that allowed Zhao Dingtian to continuously stimulate his own potential in a short period of time. The resounding "Northeast Tiger"

A few years later, the title of black boxer was once again given to the Chinese and Asians with pride and pride!

Who said that Asians can only play soy sauce in the underground black boxing world? Ling Feng broke this law by winning the gold belt for three consecutive years. Later, the Siberian tiger Zhao Dingtian once again brought glory to the world as an Asian.

A visual impact!
Chapter completed!