My Fiancee is a Cold CEO

In a violent roar, Jiang Yunfei and Zhao Lei's iron fists slammed into each other outrageously, and the air seemed to be torn apart. The two groaned, and each of them took three steps backwards.

The special boots made two scratches on the ground and made a harsh sound. Jiang Yunfei looked at Zhao Lei, who was fighting on the other side, and slightly shook his numb fist, his expression extremely gloomy.

The first time the two played against each other, it turned out to be a tie, which made Jiang Yunfei feel a trace of shame.

Zhao Lei stabilized his figure, with a fierce expression on his face, he let out a low growl, and fisted again.

Jiang Yunfei gritted his teeth, a look of dissatisfaction appeared on his face, and instead of retreating, he moved forward and greeted him with a punch.

In the fierce fight, the two giant-shaped weapons collided on the stage, and sweat swayed on the ring amid the muffled sound of muscle collision.

Such fierce matches have rarely appeared, and the other soldiers in the venue began to cheer violently.

"Old Chen, you are a good soldier."

A small old man smiled and said to Chen Wei next to him, his eyes full of appreciation.

"I think that Zhao Lei is also pretty good. The two were evenly matched, back and forth."

Another middle-aged man looked at Wang Jianjun and said with a smile: "Pharaoh, I didn't expect that you still have such a piece of precious jade under your hand."

"Lao Li, the soldier under your hand is no worse than mine."

Wang Jianjun said with a smile on his face.

Chen Wei frowned as he listened to the laughter around him. He looked a little gloomy as he watched the two people colliding fiercely on the ring.

"What the **** is this kid doing?"

Chen Wei frowned, cursed fiercely in his heart, his face was full of depression.

With Jiang Yunfei's strength, he could easily occupy an advantageous position, but now he is stupid enough to face Zhao Lei head-on, what exactly does he want to do?

Song Hongliang looked at the two evenly matched men on the ring, raised his eyebrows, and said, "This kid Zhao Lei is so good, and work harder. There is a big chance to win this match."

Ye Chen frowned, shook his head and said, "This one might be a little difficult."

"Ye Chen, what do you mean, kid?" Song Hongliang wondered.

"Pure competition strength, Zhao Lei can compete with Jiang Yunfei in a short time, even in a rush, there is indeed a chance of victory, but this is based on the situation that Jiang Yunfei has been fighting against Zhao Lei."

Ye Chen explained: "Zhao Lei's stamina is obviously a bit worse than Jiang Yunfei. Although Zhao Lei is a bit cheaper in terms of explosive power, Jiang Yunfei has now changed the way of fighting and has begun to dodge. According to this form, I am afraid Zhao Lei will be exhausted before he wins this victory."

As soon as Ye Chen's voice fell, Jiang Yunfei also realized the key to this duel, and took a deep breath. Instead of heading to Zhao Lei, he began to shrink.

"Have you started playing peekaboo with me? Coward."

Zhao Lei let out a low growl, the muscles all over his body began to swell, and he swung a fist towards Jiang Yunfei.

This fist resembled to tear the air apart, making a howling wind, and suddenly blasted towards Jiang Yunfei, the whole figure resembling a black bear looking up to the sky and roaring.

"Wait until you hit me first."

Jiang Yunfei raised a disdainful smile at the corner of his mouth, turned his steps slightly, and turned his body slightly to the side, avoiding Zhao Lei's powerful punch.

Zhao Lei gritted his teeth, feeling a little anxious, and his mighty fist continued to blast towards Jiang Yunfei.

In terms of actual combat skills, Jiang Yunfei's combat effectiveness is obviously higher than Zhao Lei's. Under the illusion and reality, it is difficult for Zhao Lei to cause great damage to Jiang Yunfei for a while.

When a group of soldiers saw Jiang Yunfei so embarrassed, they all laughed, and now they booed.

The faces of the three groups were a little ugly, but there was no way to refute it for a while.

However, some experienced soldiers have already seen the strangeness, and a strange color flashed in their eyes.

"Zhao Lei, we are going to lose."

Ye Chen shook his head and sighed.

In fact, Zhao Lei's thinking is correct, but his combat skills are too different from Jiang Yunfei's combat skills. If you fight for a long time, you will lose sooner or later. Only if you head-to-head like this and drop ten guilds, you have a chance to win.

However, Jiang Yunfei's actual combat ability is still beyond Zhao Lei's expectations. With that kind of weird footwork, it is difficult for Zhao Lei to take advantage.

At this time, a huge change took place in the ring.

Zhao Lei's power began to weaken a little with each punch. Even now, although Zhao Lei's fist is still so fierce, its power is already not as good as before.

Anxiously, Zhao Lei obviously made a mistake. Jiang Yunfei caught him in the gap, and he suddenly deceived him, kicking Zhao Lei in the calf.

Severe pain came from the leg, and a layer of cold sweat suddenly appeared on Zhao Lei's forehead, and the movement on his hand suddenly stagnated.

Jiang Yunfei naturally wouldn't let go of this opportunity, raising the elbow of his right arm, a flash of cold light flashed in his eyes, and he blasted Zhao Lei brazenly.

With a muffled sound, Zhao Lei spit out blood, his face turned pale, and his figure slammed backwards, hitting the rope at the edge of the ring, and under the action of a spring force, he flew towards Jiang Yun. .

A chill flashed in Jiang Yunfei's eyes. Regardless of Zhao Lei's loss of combat ability, he slammed a punch into Zhao Lei's face.

"Jiang Yunfei, no."

A leader's expression changed, he stood up and shouted in a low voice.

Jiang Yunfei pretended not to hear his scolding, and punched Zhao Lei in the face.

Blood was sprayed on the ring, and a snow-white tooth flew out with blood stains. Zhao Lei snorted, squatted on the ground and passed out directly.

The meeting was quiet for a while, and then there was a huge cheer.

"Jiang Yunfei, this dog thing, actually used such a cruel hand."

Song Hongliang's face changed, and his face was sullen and angrily cursed.

Ye Chen's face was also extremely gloomy, and his eyes were full of chill.

"Chen Wei, your ground soldiers are too much."

Wang Jianjun's face was sullen, and his voice was full of anger.

Chen Wei curled his lips and said faintly: "Between fighting, there is no eye to fists, Pharaoh, you don't understand this."

A chill flashed in Wang Jianjun's eyes, and his hands clenched together subconsciously.

"A group of masters is nothing more than that."

Jiang Yunfei sneered, looked at Ye Chen, and said arrogantly.

The faces of a group of soldiers present changed, and their eyes were full of irritation, but looking at Zhao Lei who fell on the ring, his eyes were full of sorrow.

They are not afraid of death, but they are afraid of embarrassing a group.

"There are no tigers in the mountains, and monkeys dominate."

Ye Chen's faint words appeared harsh in the silent meeting place, and Jiang Yunfei's face suddenly changed when he heard the words.

"Smelly boy, just come up if you have a seed, what's the use of doing it below." Jiang Yunfei said with a gloomy expression.

Ye Chen suppressed the killing intent in his heart and sat on his seat without moving.

He is no longer a member of the East China Army, and he doesn't want to cause trouble to Wang Jianjun on such an occasion.

Seeing Ye Chen stunned, Jiang Yunfei sneered, and said disdainfully: "Counsel."

Hearing these words, the other big men's faces suddenly became a little unhappy.

Chen Wei's expression changed slightly, and he scolded: "Yunfei, you are presumptuous."

Ye Chen's face suddenly changed at this time, stood up, and said with a murderous look: "Jiang Yunfei, you are looking for death."