Liu Feipeng looked at these people surrounding him, sneered and provocatively said, "What? You want to beat me up? I've been expecting it for a long time, come on, bring it on!"

  Someone in the crowd waved his hand and the others responded with a shout and rushed forward.

  Liu Feipeng was not tense at all, stretched out his fist and punched the first person in the face.

  That person let out a miserable cry and fell to the ground.

  Then Liu Feipeng lifted his leg high and kicked the second person's chin, that person flipped backwards in mid-air and slammed to the ground with a loud thud.

  Others shouted and continued to rush upwards, Liu Feipeng turned around in a circle, while turning his body, he stretched out his fist to continuously hit the people around him.

  This group of thugs was beaten down by Liu Feipeng one by one, and they all fell to the ground, rolling around and wailing.

  Liu Feipeng stood firmly on the spot after knocking down all the thugs, put his hands behind his back, and looked around with a relaxed expression. He smiled at Du Ming and said, "How about it, my friend? Do you want to reconsider my proposal?"

  Du Ming had already walked to the bar counter when these people were fighting, and he casually picked up a bottle of beer with his bare hands and twisted off the cap. He drank while leisurely watching Liu Feipeng and the thugs he brought fight.

  At this time, Liu Feipeng suddenly turned around and looked at Du Ming. Du Ming was pouring wine into his mouth, stunned for a moment, put down the bottle and said, "What's wrong? You're done already?"

  Liu Feipeng sneered and said, "Yes, what? Still haven't reacted? No problem, my speed is beyond your expectation, you just need to think carefully about what I said, otherwise, since you're the leader, your outcome will probably be even more miserable than these thugs."

  Du Ming curled his lip, carelessly put the beer bottle on the bar, stood up straight, waved his hand at Liu Feipeng and said, "No way, I definitely won't agree with what you just said, so don't waste your breath."

  "Oh?" Liu Feipeng's eyes narrowed, and he said sternly, "It seems you won't shed tears until you see the coffin! You're looking for death!"

  Liu Feipeng flashed forward and rushed to Du Ming's front, punching towards his abdomen.

  Du Ming calmly stretched out his hand to support the table, sidestepped and dodged Liu Feipeng's fist with agility.

  Liu Feipeng was stunned for a moment, he had been watching Du Ming watch the play on the side, thinking that Du Ming was just a leader with no real power, and didn't expect him to be able to dodge his own moves.

  Du Ming also silently praised him in his heart, this Liu Feipeng was indeed not famous for nothing, the power and speed of this move had almost reached the level of a top-notch expert.

  Liu Feipeng quickly changed his move and swung his fist horizontally, smashing it towards Du Ming's head from the side.

  Du Ming raised one hand and used his arm to block Liu Feipeng's punch with a loud "slap".

  Liu Feipeng's other hand immediately followed, stretching out a palm to push towards Du Ming's chest.

  Du Ming also stretched out his other idle hand and slapped it against Liu Feipeng's palm with a loud slapping sound.

  Du Ming and Liu Feipeng's palms met, both of them felt the enormous force transmitted from each other. Unlike Du Ming, who remained expressionless, pouring his strength into his arm to steadily withstand the palm strike.

  Liu Feipeng couldn't control himself and took two big steps back before steadying himself, staring at Du Ming in shock.

  Du Ming calmly withdrew both hands and smiled at Liu Feipeng.

  Liu Feipeng exclaimed in surprise, "Who are you? How is it possible for you to receive my palm strike so easily?"

  Du Ming spread out his hands and said, "What? Are there many people who can take your palm strike?"

  Liu Feipeng gritted his teeth, since he had been on a mission abroad until now, no one could match him without losing. Moreover, Du Ming not only didn't lose to Liu Feipeng, but instead used brute force to counterattack and shock Liu Feipeng, causing him to retreat two big steps.

  Liu Feipeng has always been very arrogant, thinking that he is already invincible. Even when abroad, where the reputation of Du Ming, the king of foreign soldiers, was well-known, he still thought it was just an empty name. He always believed that as long as he encountered Du Ming, he would definitely be able to defeat him thoroughly.

  But now, I can't even beat this unknown little junior who came out of nowhere?!

  Liu Feipeng's face was very unsightly, he took a deep breath and pounced again, his left hand making a false move in front of Du Ming's face, while his right foot fiercely hooked towards Du Ming's ankle.

  Du Ming saw through Liu Feipeng's left fist at a glance, which was just a feint. He didn't care about the punch and waited for Liu Feipeng to move his foot. As soon as he did, Du Ming stretched out his leg and kicked Liu Feipeng's ankle when it was about to hook him.

  Liu Feipeng reacted quickly and immediately retracted his move, with his right leg landing on the ground while his left leg fiercely kicked upwards towards Du Ming's chin.

  Du Ming leaned back and dodged Liu Feipeng's kick, then twisted his body and punched Liu Feipeng in the face.

  Liu Feipeng did not dodge, but instead held out both hands in front of him and slapped Du Ming's fist.

  However, Liu Feipeng caught Du Ming's fist, but Du Ming's strength was much greater than he had imagined. Liu Feipeng stumbled and hastily exerted himself to steady his stance, but still couldn't stabilize his body and retreated two steps back.

  Du Ming didn't chase after him. After fending off Liu Feipeng, he calmly withdrew his hand and gazed at Liu Feipeng with a calm expression.

  In Liu Feipeng's view, Du Ming's expression and demeanor were provocative, enraging him to shout loudly and charge forward again.

  Du Ming let out a cold snort and said, "Can't you see the difference between us two? Still want to cling on like this? Then you're just humiliating yourself!"

  After finishing speaking, Du Ming leaned forward and dodged the punch that Liu Feipeng swung at him as he rushed up. Then, from beside Liu Feipeng, he slipped past to one side, and before Liu Feipeng could react, he had already circled around behind his back.

  Du Ming suddenly lifted his foot and kicked it onto Liu Feipeng's back.

  Liu Feipeng was already rushing forward and hadn't stopped his momentum, but after being kicked by Du Ming, he became even more unstable and stumbled forward several big steps.

  Du Ming didn't wait for Liu Feipeng to steady himself again, and directly followed him, rushing to his back, stretching out his arm to bend his elbow, and heavily hitting the back of Liu Feipeng's spine with a loud crack.