"This fool, is he risking his life to ruin the reputation o f our Taoist temple?" The coach gritted his teeth as he looked at this scene. His anger towards Samuel had reached its peak.
It was not hard to imagine how much of a negative influence it would have on the reputation of the Taoist temple if someone really died in it. The coach even suspected that the person was a fool sent by a competitor, and deliberately used this incident to discredit the Taoist temple.
Unfortunately, now that things had come to this point, he could do nothing but watch.
Some of the timid female students had closed their eyes and could not bear to see Samuel being sent flying.
Bang...
A loud noise came again, shaking the entire boxing house.
A certain female student, who was covering her eyes, did not hear a miserable scream. Instead, it was silent, which made her feel a little strange.
How could there be no sound? Was that person beaten to death?
When she opened her eyes, her body instantly
stiffened.
Samuel stood where he was and did not seem to take even a single step back. His right hand, however, had pierced through the iron sandbag.
How... how was this possible!?
There was dead silence in the Taoist temple!
The sound of a fallen needle could be heard!
There was a faint sound of rapid breathing.
The expressions on everyone's faces were very interesting. Their eyes were round and their mouths were wide open, but the meaning was the same. In addition to shock, there was only shock.
The look in the coach's eyes was as if he had seen a ghost. He thought that it was not surprising that Samuel would be beaten to death. But now, Samuel had punched through the iron sandbag. This was a result he could not even imagine.
"Psycho?"
It seemed that these words were not enough to describe Samuel. At this moment, he was standing in front of the iron sandbag, like a God of War standing between heaven and earth. He was almost shining with golden light.
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