"In my opinion, this is because Dao Jiu is too cowardly to fight, so he's sending this guy in as cannon fodder."
The onlookers began to speculate, some even mocking Su Changfeng with disdain.
"Bro, just roll to the side already, Chen Zhiji can kill you with one hand."
"You're really sick of living, huh? What qualifies you to challenge Chen Zhiji? Do you have any boxing experience? None of us regulars here at the Boxing Arena have ever seen you."
"Get out right now, don't make a fool of yourself, or you'll be risking your life."
Faced with the ridicule of the surrounding audience, Su Changfeng stood motionless in the boxing ring.
In the private viewing box, Wang Erchao sneered, "It seems you're right; Dao Jiu plans to be a coward, so he's sending in the cannon fodder to die."
Chen Zhiji laughed coldly and stood up.
"What are you doing? That kid doesn't look like he can take a hit, you don't need to step in, anyone I call can take care of him." Wang Erchao said.
