Hearing this, Ian Song turned to look at Jason Chen and said seriously, "You're not my opponent."
Jason Chen grew even more irritated at Ian Song's words. "How would you know if we haven't fought yet?"
Ian Song couldn't help but roll his eyes, too lazy to bother with Jason Chen's inflated self-confidence. He kept walking toward the lounge area.
"Stop right there!"
With a low shout, Jason Chen sprang forward like an arrow, instantly catching up to Ian Song and reaching out to grab his right shoulder.
But...
The moment his fingers touched Ian Song's shoulder, it felt like grabbing a bunch of needle tips—so painful that he jerked his hand back instantly.
Strangely enough, there wasn't a single mark or wound on his fingers.
"Was it just my imagination?"
Jason Chen stared blankly at Ian Song's back.
Jason Chen took a deep breath and shouted at Ian Song's back, "Ian Song, you coward! If you have guts, fight me!"
Hearing Jason Chen's challenge, Ian Song paused, then slowly turned around and stared at Jason Chen: "You really want to fight me?"
"Of course!" Jason Chen sneered.
"Fine!" Ian Song nodded.
Soon, Ian Song and Jason Chen arrived at the boxing gym's ring.
People love to watch a good fight, especially when it's between two controversial figures—one, the old students' acknowledged number one, and the other, a rising star among the new students who is highly valued by gym owner Frank Zhao.
So, all the students in the gym crowded around the ring, loudly debating who would win.
The old students favored Ian Song.
The new students favored Jason Chen. After all, Jason Chen's record was real, while Ian Song's reputation was mostly spread by word of mouth among the old students.
On the ring.