Chapter One Hundred Sixty-One: Actually Not the Same

Li Jinfang's words successfully piqued Wolfgang's interest. With a wave of his hand, he said, "Destin, find him an opponent."

"I'll do it myself."

After Destin spoke, he squeezed his fists and stretched his body, hopping in place to warm up. He was going to take the stage himself.

Though Li Jinfang was not very tall and his build was not particularly large, from his body to his aura he exuded a rugged toughness. Destin, on the other hand, was neither tall nor big, and even his expressions were always mild. From head to toe, he looked like nothing more than an ordinary middle-aged man. But when Destin began to warm up, even Gao Yang, who was a stranger to combat sports, could tell that Destin's momentum had changed.

Although he knew that Destin and Simon were comrades in arms, and therefore no ordinary men, Gao Yang was still surprised that Destin would personally step into the ring to spar with Li Jinfang.