After finishing his advertisement, Yu Xinghan knew that a 100,000 yuan advertising fee would soon be credited to his account.
He smiled, waved at the camera, and slowly walked off the field.
Song Hailong coldly watched Yu Xinghan on the big screen, his eyes showing no fluctuation, as if the outcome of the match had been expected.
Regarding Yu Xinghan's strength, Song Hailong believed that no one in the entire venue understood it better than him.
"The first place in this physical competition is undoubtedly his."
"The others are just fighting for second place."
"Defeating him is not something that can be done overnight."
Song Hailong had already made up his mind.
Whether it took one year or two, he would definitely defeat this strongest opponent in history during his high school years.
In the next moment, his figure flashed, and his thigh, as thick as a pillar, swept towards Yu Xinghan with terrifying force.
Bang!
Yu Xinghan raised his calf and casually blocked Song Hailong's sweep.
With the collision of their forces, a gust of wind exploded between them.
Yu Xinghan smiled helplessly, "Too direct. I've told you so many times to be more subtle, to hide your hostility. Such a straightforward attack is ineffective against me."