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Chapter 15 The Young Master Selection Tournament(2/2)

The expressions of the elders did not change much. Apart from being surprised at Lu Chen's strength, their expectations for the outcome of the battle remained unchanged.

Lu Chenshu is destined to lose, it's just a matter of time.

"Is this all you can do?"

Lu Chen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled lightly, with a hint of joking on his face.

In the boxing match just now, he tested his maximum basic strength and gained a clearer understanding of his own strength.

"You really have some skills."

Lu Rong's face was almost filled with tears. He tried his best to kill Lu Chen, but he couldn't kill Lu Chen with one blow. He was really shocked and angry, and he was also shocked in his heart.

Lu Chen's fist strength is at least 8,000 kilograms!

"However, if you have the skills, you will die faster!"

Lu Rong laughed a few times in a dubious manner, and found a dark red pill in his right hand, which he swallowed on the spot.
Chapter completed!
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