92: C92 The Battle Began

C92 The Battle Began

The battle begins.

Because there were no physical education classes in the Xiang Yu Middle School Stadium, the huge stadium appeared very spacious and empty.

When Ye Yu followed Yan Fengwu to the stadium, Xing Meng was already waiting there.

There were three people standing opposite Xing Meng.

The person in the lead was lean and short. His short hair looked neat and tidy.

Behind the man stood two tall and strong men, but their faces were immature. They didn't look old, so they should be Xing Meng's Junior Brother, Yan Wei, and his two disciples.

Yan Wei crossed his arms and looked at Xing Meng impatiently, "Senior Brother, can your disciple come or not? Did he run away because he was afraid?"

"My disciple has never been afraid. He can't run away from a battle!"

Yan Wei sneered disdainfully when he heard that. "Now that you have become weaker, what's impossible about it?"

Xing Meng's brows twitched. He stared at Yan Wei with a fierce gaze. "Yan Wei, do you really think that you can do whatever you want in front of me just because I am injured?"

Yan Wei chuckled. "Senior Brother, you are injured. I won't fight with you. With my current Fourth Class Bone Refining Stage strength, if I fight with you, I will be bullying you."

Looking at Xing Meng's flushed face due to anger, Yan Wei became even more proud of himself. "Let my Eldest Disciple fight with you. Shen Tu is now a Second Class Blood Solidification Stage Martial Artist. It just so happens that his cultivation realm is the same as yours. If I let him fight you... I'm not bullying you!"

A cold light flashed in Xing Meng's eyes. Yan Wei really thought highly of him. He actually sent his disciple to fight him!

"No need!"

Yan Fengwu's tender voice sounded, "Since you sent your disciple to fight, then I will fight for my master!"

Yan Wei turned to look at Ye Yu and Yan Fengwu and said quietly, "What you said is interesting. Xing Meng, are these your two disciples?"

Xing Meng nodded at Ye Yu and Yan Fengwu and said, "She is my disciple, Yan Fengwu. He is my student, Ye Yu."

Yan Wei was stunned for a moment and then smiled. "Xing Meng, you are so lonely now. I will not comment on your disciple. What is wrong with Ye Yu?"

Yan Wei pointed at Ye Yu and said disdainfully, "Is such a useless person worthy of appearing in front of me? Xing Meng, you have underestimated me."

Before Xing Meng could say anything, Yan Fengwu was the first to explode. She looked at Yan Wei and scolded him. " If you want to fight, then let's start the fight. Don't talk nonsense! "

Yan Wei looked at Yan Fengwu in surprise, then said indifferently, "Ma Liang! Go play with her!"

A tall and strong man behind Yan Wei responded. He took a step forward and cupped his fists, "Eight Extremes, Ma Liang!"

Yan Fengwu also cupped her fists and shouted, "Eight Extremes, Yan Fengwu!"

Yan Wei looked at the two people in the arena and said to Xing Meng, "Ma Liang and Yan Fengwu are both First Class Skin Training Stage Martial Artist. They can compete with each other."

Xing Meng looked coldly at Ma Liang who was fighting Yan Fengwu. He smiled and said, "Prepare to treat your disciple's injuries!"

Ye Yu stood beside Xing Meng. He also did not think highly of Ma Liang, because Yan Fengwu had once said that she had defeated Xing Meng who was at the same realm as her.

The two of them shouted and started the fight.

Yan Fengwu and Ma Liang both practiced the Eight Extremes Fist. The two of them fought back and forth.

Although Yan Fengwu had just become a Martial Artist not long ago, she was gifted and her physical fitness was much better than ordinary people.

In addition to Xing Meng's careful guidance, her Eight Extremes Fist skill was far above Ma Liang's.

Not long after, Yan Fengwu had already firmly suppressed Ma Liang.2

The force under Yan Fengwu's feet exploded, and her delicate body shot out like an arrow from a bow. In a flash, she arrived in front of Ma Liang, and her right fist brought along a strong wind as it smashed towards Ma Liang's chest.

Ma Liang was startled. He hurriedly crossed his arms, wanting to block Yan Fengwu's attack.

However, Ma Liang underestimated Yan Fengwu's strength. Yan Fengwu's attack directly sent Ma Liang flying.

Ma Liang heavily fell to the ground and did not get up for a long time.

Yan Fengwu put away her hands, cupped her fists and shouted, "I have won!"

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