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It wasn't pain.

It was unbelievable that Fu Ting could hit him.

Fu Mingli was the King of Fighters. After more than twenty years of training day and night, no one could touch him in the boxing ring.

Even though he had only intended to play with Fu Ting in the beginning, the speed of Fu Ting's punches shocked him.

He had only casually told her a few elements, but her comprehension was actually better than others who had trained for a month.

"Look, the King of Fighters was hit by a little girl!"

"This is unbelievable!"

"It must be the Fist Emperor."

The others saw the scene of Fu Mingli being hit, and they all sighed.

Fu Ting blinked and was a little puzzled." Fifth Uncle, why aren't you defending yourself?"

Fu Mingli twisted his wrist. His interest was piqued. The corners of his lips curled up devilishly." I'm really going to have some fun with you today."