Winning Ten Rounds In a Row

"Let my iron staff go." Chuang Zhou's face was downcast and he said madly.

A hint of mockery appeared in Qingfeng Li's eyes. He put some pressure on his fingers, and with a sound of a crack, the hard iron staff was snapped in half in front of everyone's shocked gazes.

As everyone knew, this iron staff was made from refined iron. It was two meters long exactly. Chuang Zhou had used this iron staff to break others' bones and knock them out of the combat field.

Unfortunately, Chuang Zhou's unbeatable iron bar staff snapped apart by this young man's fingers. Chuang Zhou freaked out and his eyes were full of astonishment.

Bang!

Qingfeng Li threw out his right fist, landing on Chuang Zhou's chest like a streak of lightning. Chuang Zhou's body fell roughly outside the combat field like a bullet. He coughed out a mouthful of blood, turned his head aside and fainted instantly.