36: C36 An Zihao

C36 An Zihao

Han Yichen's squinted eyes opened. There was a cold look inside. Clearly, he was really angry.

"Then I'll ask senior for guidance!"

The two of them got into position, and the girls outside the venue once again shouted excitedly.

"Ang Zihao! Ang Zihao!"

"Han Yichen! Han Yichen! "

...

"Brother Feng, our luck is really good. We just happened to catch up to the competition!"

"Mmm, thank you for your hard work." Shen Qingfeng nodded his head as a form of expression.

Hearing this, Zhao Wenbo's face lit up with joy. He knew that he would never have to worry about the other party taking revenge on him in the future.

At this moment, the two people in the arena had made preliminary contact. Their fists and kicks collided, and a huge vibration was produced in the air, attracting everyone's attention.

"Hey, idiot! Who do you think will win between the two of them?" Jiang Muwan pulled Shen Qingfeng's arm and asked.

Shen Qingfeng touched his nose, indicating that he did not know.

He was originally unknown and had never interacted with people like Ang Zihao.

These two weren't cultivators, so he really couldn't tell which side was stronger.

"Let's take a look first!"

Shen Qingfeng pressed down with his big hand and messed up the girl's hair, causing her to roll her eyes.

Free fighting was a type of unconventional and unorthodox style. It emphasized one's personality and focused on winning in actual combat. It was the western style of free fighting that came into contact with bare-handed fighting techniques.

Its moves included the essence of martial arts from China, Karate, Japan's Judo and Kendo, Korea's Taekwondo, Thailand's Thai, and Western boxing and wrestling.

"Ha!"

Han Yichen exhaled and his muscles bulged. He punched out as if he had gathered all the strength in his body.

Then there was another fierce kick. If he did not pull back in the end, the wooden floor under his feet would have been crushed!

Facing such a crazy attack, Ang Zihao's performance was much more cowardly.

He kept stepping back and used his position to counter the opponent's attack. He tried his best to avoid a head-on collision. There were a few times where he barely dodged and looked a little embarrassed.

However, he was more experienced in fighting, so he did not show any signs of being defeated for the time being.

Shen Qingfeng looked for a while and found some clues. He was slightly surprised in his heart.

He found that Ang Zihao was actually hiding his true strength. On the surface, he did not use all of his strength.

If he managed to dodge the opponent's attack, it could be attributed to luck, but every time it was like this, it was a little scary.

This showed that Ang Zihao didn't take his opponent seriously. This match was just a child's play to him!

No wonder he was called the Martial God of Halo. His true strength should have touched the edge of the Covert Power. He could withdraw and release his fist strength freely. He only used 50% of his strength to fight Han Yichen evenly!

In the secular world, experts at the Covert Power level were considered to have reached a higher level. Before Xu Zhenguo consumed the Green Yuan Pill to break through, his cultivation was only at the peak of Covert Power.

He did not expect that a Taekwondo club would also have an existence close to the Covert Power level. The Halo Middle School was indeed full of crouching tigers and hidden dragons!

"That Han Yichen is going to lose." Shen Qingfeng suddenly said.

Jiang Muwan blinked. She felt that Han Yichen's attack was obviously fiercer. Why did he lose?

At this time, Han Yichen's moves were bold and bold, and it seemed like he had forced his opponent into a desperate situation.

In his anxiety, he took advantage of the opportunity to chase after his opponent and could not help but reveal a flaw.

Ang Zihao once again calmly dissolved Han Yichen's attack, and the corners of his mouth revealed a mocking smile.

Han Yichen's heart sank. He thought that things were not good, but it was already too late.

Ang Zihao's body suddenly spun rapidly, and he fiercely kicked out. His strength passed through his waist, hip joint, thighs, and calves to the back of his feet, and finally landed on Han Yichen's body.

"Boom!"

Han Yichen took a deep breath and crossed his arms in front of his chest, forcefully enduring the attack!

However, after Ang Zihao finished kicking, his legs naturally fell down, and he actually rotated 360 degrees intensely again. The strength of the second attack was actually even stronger than before!

"Chain Whirlwind Kick..."

Blood flowed out from the corner of Han Yichen's mouth as he revealed a gloomy smile. He knew that he could not block it anymore!

Whirlwind Kick was the most beautiful move in Taekwondo. The user danced like a gale and its lethality was powerful!

However, this technique was rarely used in competitions because when the user rotated, the center of gravity would be unstable, and a huge flaw would be revealed.

Unless the strength gap between the two contestants was very huge!

At this moment, Han Yichen truly understood the meaning of the word Martial God. The opponent was actually able to use such flashy moves to mock him.

As expected, after Han Yichen used all his strength to block the two kicks, he was kicked in the chest by Ang Zihao. He flew five meters away and fell to the ground!

"Junior, how was the attack?" Ang Zihao patted the dust that did not exist on his body and lowered his head to speak. He did not even look up.

"You! Puff!"

Han Yichen spat out a mouthful of blood. He hated himself for putting in so much effort, but he was still defeated by his opponent.

What was the point of working hard every day for the past year!

The girls did not expect the competition to come to an end so quickly. After a short period of silence, they burst into cheers that shook the sky.

The two opposing factions gradually merged into one voice:

"Ang Zihao! Ang Zihao!"

"Ang Zihao! Ang Zihao! "

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Many girls rushed forward in excitement. If it wasn't for the people from the two major associations blocking Ang Zihao, he would have been drowned by the women.

However, in the midst of this loud cheers, Ang Zihao felt an unprecedented emptiness.

The goddess in his dream actually favored a loser. At this moment, he suddenly wanted to kill someone!

"Wow, you idiot, you're so awesome! How do you know that Han Yichen is about to lose?" Jiang Muwan shook Shen Qingfeng's arm and asked with a silly smile.1

"Miss, I am Shen Half Fairy. The first five hundred years, the second five hundred years."

"The world is bigger than a hand. Just now, I performed a divination with my fingers. This small matter is not worth mentioning." Shen Qingfeng blinked his eyes and spoke as if he was telling the truth.

"Do you want to learn? I'll teach you! The tuition fee is five thousand. I guarantee that you will learn! "

"Get lost! You damn liar! Every time you lie, you blink. " Jiang Muwan said affirmatively, a crafty look flashing across her eyes.

"I... Did I..." Shen Qingfeng blinked again. He looked a little guilty.

"Okay! You lied to me. I will teach you a lesson!"

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At this moment, the surrounding girls' cheers gradually weakened, and a clear sound of footsteps could be heard.

Ang Zihao walked to the two of them and stood in front of them. He looked at the goddess acting spoiled to others and felt a sharp pain in his heart. His originally handsome face was now somewhat sinister.

"You are called Shen Qingfeng, right? I heard that you are very good at fighting?"

Ang Zihao said with a fake smile. He stared at Shen Qingfeng with a dangerous look in his eyes.

This Martial God of Halo was full of killing intent and hostility toward Shen Qingfeng.

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