479: C479 Death by a Single Punch

C479 Death by a Single Punch

When Lee Jun saw this scene, he frowned slightly. Number 218's recruit covered his head with his hands and slowly approached Lee Jun.

When he arrived in front of Lee Jun, the new recruit, Number 218, kicked straight at Lee Jun again.

Lee Jun moved to the right, dodging the kick of Number 218 R, which caused the new recruit to retreat a few steps.

"Come! Come at me if you have the guts! Don't stand there like a log, Rbwun... "

When Number 218, the new recruit, shouted this sentence, he had been vigilantly watching Lee Jun the entire time, but unfortunately, he hadn't finished shouting it.

Lee Jun, who was still standing at his original position, jumped on and in an instant, there was a loud bang.

Ye Zichen's fist hit onto Number 218's head, but Lee Jun was too fast.

No one had time to react before Number 218, the new recruit, fell to the ground.

The few dozen R's standing guard on the sidelines had yet to finish shouting these words.

Seeing Number 218 on the ground, they were stunned. They were at a loss for words, not knowing what to say.

After knocking out Number 218, the new recruit, with a single punch, Lee Jun walked down the stage and said plainly.

"So noisy."

Before the referee could announce Lee Jun, he was stunned when he saw him walk off the stage. He quickly walked up to Number 218, who was on the floor, and checked it.

When the referee was checking out Number 218, everyone held their breath. After a long while, the referee announced.

"Number 218, the new recruit has died. The winner is the new recruit from number Z!"

Hearing this, everyone fell into silence. The new recruits who were holding up their flags dropped them on the ground, completely unaware of this.

However, the commentator who was the first to come back to his senses said in excitement.

"In the arena, we are competing on fists and kicks, not on whose voice is louder. Whoever wins will be given a warm round of applause to Number 3, the new recruit of Z Nation!"

Hearing this voice, the recruits standing outside of the field came back to their senses. In an instant! Just one punch!

Just kill all the new recruits from Number 218! All the recruits were excited! He let out a crazy howl, and his eyes were filled with passion and worship as he looked at Lee Jun.

No one would have thought that the situation would turn out like this. That seemingly ferocious No. 218 recruit was killed with a single punch.

The medical staff quickly ran towards the arena and brought the new recruit number 218 down.

The other contestants' faces were full of shock, while at the same time, they looked down on Number 218, the new recruit.

If you don't have the strength, don't act tough, or else the consequences will be quite serious. Actually, it's not that Number 218's recruits are too weak, it's just that Lee Jun is too tough.

Even if it was a Special Forces unit that had been trained for more than ten years, they could only take a few moves in Lee Jun's hands.

Not to mention number 218, he was a recruit. However, Lee Jun's ruthlessness had alerted all the contestants. If they didn't attack, they would die without a doubt.

When the higher ups of the countries saw this, they could not help but suck in a breath of cold air.

They never would have thought that Lee Jun would be so merciless as to kill Number 218 with a single punch.

This made Lee Jun a lot more threatening in their eyes.

Lee Jun had a reason for doing this. He wanted to show off his strong side in front of everyone.

He wanted to let everyone know that the consequences would be serious when he got angry. Yuan Shi shook his head as he saw this scene.1

The competition continued. After Lee Jun had killed the new recruit with a clean punch, the following matches were a bit dull.

The recruits from two countries fought on the arena for dozens of rounds without a clear outcome.

About ten minutes later, a punch from the recruit from E Nation landed on the temple of the recruit from F Nation.

The F Nation's recruits gave a muffled shout and fell unconscious on the ground. The referee checked it and announced.

"Number 125 is unconscious. Number 41 is the winner."

Seeing that the match had ended, everyone's eyes were focused on the big screen, the numbers on the big screen kept rolling.

After a dozen seconds, the rolling numbers stopped and the referee announced.

"Number 4 is a new recruit from country Z against a new recruit from number 96 country F."

Ouyang Bai walked up the arena. A new member of the F Nation also stood up.

All of the recruits who were watching the competition looked at the No. 4 contestant from Z Country Ouyang Bai with interest. The previous match by Lee Jun had shocked everyone present.

They wanted to see the strength of the other player from Z Country.

The referee walked to the middle of Ouyang Bai and the F Nation recruits and saw them nodding.

"The match begins!"

Hearing this sound, the F-96 recruit immediately roared angrily and jumped up, throwing a fast and fierce punch towards Ouyang Bai's jaw.

Ouyang Bai saw his fist arrive in front of him in an instant and took a deep breath.

Putting on a posture, the fist of the F's from country # 96 struck over. Ouyang Bai blocked with his right hand.

He pushed away the fist of the recruit from country # 96 and swept it across to the right of the recruit from country # 96.

The recruit from F Nation, # 96, swung his arm and charged towards Ouyang Bai.

Peng! Ouyang Bai was pushed back a few steps, but he was not injured.

Staring at the new recruit for country # 96 F, Ouyang Bai suddenly shouted. He leaped and kicked towards the chest of the new recruit for country # 96 F.

The F-96th soldier quickly retreated, his hands covering his chest.

Peng, Ouyang Bai kicked the arm of the new recruit of F # 96.

When he landed, Ouyang Bai flashed and appeared behind the F-96 recruits.

Seeing this scene, the F-96 recruit couldn't help but to be shocked. By the time he realized the danger, it was already too late.

Ouyang Bai mercilessly punched the back of the F-96 recruit and sent him flying a few meters away, blood continuously spurting out of his mouth.

The referee came to the side of the # 96 recruit and checked once, the referee announced.

"Number 96 has lost his ability to fight, and number 4 has won."

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