Then another burly man stepped forward.
"I'll give it a try!" the burly man declared.
He too walked beneath the large drum.
"My name is Ji Wucheng!" the brawny man announced.
"Good, begin!" Zheng Yue nodded.
"Ah!" Ji Wucheng grunted.
With his fists clenched, his body slightly inclined forward, he stepped onto the piece of blue stone beneath the drum.
"Boom..." Another loud noise erupted.
"Ji Wucheng, 1300 pounds," the reporter's voice rang out again.
"Tsk tsk..." Dao Ge looked at Ji Wucheng with disdain.
It was obvious that Ji Wucheng's fist strength had not surpassed his, eliciting a clicking of his tongue in contempt.
Being the object of Dao Ge's derision, Ji Wucheng promptly shot back a provocative glare.
Dao Ge, unafraid, returned the gaze in kind to Ji Wucheng.
"Zhu Bufan, you go first and let us see just how strong your punch is," Mo Jianwai addressed Zhu Bufan.
