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"What the hell is he doing?"

Even Blant couldn’t understand, in his eyes, Li Ang was clearly capable of dodging these attacks.

However, he also noticed that even after taking so many hits, Li Ang’s footwork remained unscrambled; he was almost certain Li Ang was doing this deliberately.

But this sight made his teammates feel somewhat hopeless; they had been thinking about contending for the championship, but now it seemed like they were just going to the stage to get hit.

A whole thirty seconds passed, and John didn’t stop outputting for a moment; he had already lost count of how many punches he had thrown, but he was very clear that he definitely landed quite a few, and several of them were full-strength heavy punches.

But looking at Li Ang’s face, there wasn’t even a trace of marks, not even a bruise, just a slight redness.

Just this alone made Li Ang an excellent sparring partner; this ability to take hits made John a bit scared.

If at the beginning, people were more mocking Li Ang’s passive beating, but after such a situation continued for a full half-minute, there was no one present who didn’t admire Li Ang.

Even Sheila, Sofia, and Catina in the audience were feeling extremely anxious.

If Sofia had known boxing matches could be this brutal, she would have never let him participate no matter what.

Catina could hardly bear to watch any longer and wanted to concede on his behalf.

She, carrying the camera in the front row of the ring, was also the most attentive observer.