Chapter Seventeen: Entangling Dragon and Squeezing Eyes

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"Bai Gan?" "Shao Chun." "Not many people drink baijiu." "A bad habit, but hard to quit." Li Yan stopped talking. He just glanced at the man a few more times, a young man in sportswear, with a long ponytail, holding a small bottle of baijiu. He was very eye-catching. The man calmly looked at the white marble arena, then suddenly raised an eyebrow. At first, Li Yan thought his gaze was unpleasant, but later realized it wasn't; what was unpleasant was Xiao Zhou on the stage. Du Family Fist might not sound famous, but it was one of the four famous boxing styles of Shandong, and even had the reputation of being the "Sage of Literature Boxing." The Vietnamese man's footwork was swift and concise, his fighting style fierce, and his bayonet strikes were both fierce and fast, all aimed at

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