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But what Morris Lloyd didn’t know was that Li Ang had just demonstrated his skills, and choosing to go up now was a very unwise decision.

After watching his second, third, and fourth opponents consecutively surrender, Li Ang thought he could quickly proceed to the award ceremony. Surprisingly, the fifth opponent still wanted to struggle.

At this point, the vast majority of the audience below the stage was no longer curious about who would win, but instead were guessing how Li Ang would defeat Morris Lloyd.

Yang Zhenghong didn’t even dare blink; he never imagined that what seemed like a sure second place could become the grand champion of the exchange conference if he just won this last match.

On the stage, Li Ang gestured with his fingers to the rather lean boxer opposite him, signaling for him to attack.

Morris Lloyd was also exceptionally cautious, stepping in a cross pattern and always maintaining a range that allowed him to advance or retreat.

It wasn’t until he realized that Li Ang really wasn’t making any moves that he tentatively threw a punch at Li Ang’s face.

But what he didn’t expect was that Li Ang, faced with his punch, neither dodged nor even attempted to block with his hand.

It must be understood that although it was a feint punch, he could still add force to it. While it may not be as powerful as a real heavy punch, its lethality upon hitting the face was not at all weak.

As his fist was about to make contact with Li Ang’s face, Li Ang finally threw a punch as well, with exactly the same movement and even the same speed.

But one was proactive, and the other was reactive; the outcomes were naturally completely different.

Morris Lloyd didn’t even bother about the punch Li Ang was throwing at him. In his opinion, as long as his fist hit Li Ang, Li Ang’s attack would naturally lose its power.