70: C70 Provoke the Male God?

C70 Provoke the Male God?

With his hands still in his pockets, Pei Feng moved slightly as if he was strolling leisurely, effortlessly avoiding Huang Haitao's series of dazzling kicks.

The more he didn't kick, the angrier Huang Haitao became and the more ferocious his attacks became. Pei Feng played around with him for a moment and then lost interest. Suddenly, he kicked Huang Haitao's vicious roundhouse kick.

Kick after kick! The soles of his feet were facing the soles of his feet.

Pei Feng did not move, his hands still in his pockets, while Huang Haitao staggered and fell backwards.

The fall was very abrupt. Huang Haitao backed up more than a dozen steps but was unable to stop the fall and fell face first onto the ground.

The retreat distance was too far, it had already exceeded the scope of the battlefield – without the protection of cushions, his head hit the wooden floor with a "bang" sound.

The entire Thai Fist Library was in complete silence.

After a long while, the coach seemed to wake up from a dream and rushed over to take a look. Huang Haitao was lying motionless on the floor and had fainted!

That hidden force was like a tide that kept exerting its force in his body, making him retreat more and more quickly, until he could only fall to the ground. Coincidentally, this guy's head actually hit the floor, knocking him unconscious, which was bad luck.

Huang Haitao lost?

What the f * ck is this?

The person who practiced Thai Fist was actually unable to match Pei Feng's kick, and he was even knocked unconscious by it?

Although it was a coincidence that they fainted, the kick back at each other just now was genuine.

Huang Haitao was the offensive while Pei Feng was on the defensive. Even with Huang Haitao's fifth phase leg strength, he was not a match for them. Besides, Pei Feng's body was as stable as a pine tree and he did not even move.

"Looks like this transfer student has some strength. He's not just bragging."

"This Huang Haitao is too disappointing, he could knock himself unconscious with a fall."

There was a flurry of discussion below, and many people looked at Xiang Peifeng differently.

In Class 3, Ding Qianqian's expression changed.

Because of her hot face these few days, she was even more resentful towards Pei Feng. She was really looking forward to see him make a fool out of himself in front of everyone, but she didn't expect Huang Haitao to be so useless and lose without any reason!

All day long, he would talk about how strong he was, but in the end, he was kicked unconscious. What class three's second master? What rubbish!

At this moment, a voice sounded out beside her, "Squad leader, let me help you vent your anger!"

The one who spoke was Sun Liang. Before he could move, a hand blocked his path: "You are not his opponent. Go back, I'll go meet him."

The one who came out was naturally Tan Shaoyang.

Not only was Huang Haitao his brother, the two of them had a good relationship. Just from the arrogant way Pei Feng kept his hands in his pockets, he was determined to teach this intern a lesson today.

"Coach, can I go down now?"

Pei Feng asked as he saw the coach helping Huang Haitao walk back to the side.

"Sorry, you can't go down for the time being."

A cold voice entered his ears as Tan Shaoyang slowly walked up to him, "Defeat Huang Haitao and you will be the arena master. Now, I will challenge you."

The crowd immediately burst into an uproar. This was going to be a major event!

Pei Feng had never trained in Thai Fist, so he couldn't even be considered as level 1 of the Basic Thai Fist.

But even so, he had first won by luck by five Duan Wuhen, and now even Tan Shaoyang, the head of the Thai Fist Department, had stood out to challenge a new Thai Fist cultivator, this was simply an unprecedented situation!0

With Tan Shaoyang's pride, it was difficult for ordinary students to compete with him, because his usual opponents were all instructors or Huang Haitao or Sun Liang. Now, he was actually taking the initiative to challenge a newcomer! This matter would definitely get headlines in the school tomorrow!

In the eyes of others, Pei Feng winning against Huang Haitao was just a fluke, but in the eyes of Tan Shaoyang, it wasn't.

Pei Feng's kick just now seemed ordinary, but the strength of this guy's foot, the stability of his bottom line, was not something an ordinary person could do.

This Pei Feng must be a hidden expert!

A practitioner was a practitioner, but Tan Shaoyang was very confident of defeating him.

He did not start to practice the Thai Fist only after entering the Naiming High School. He had already been proficient in it for a full ten years. He was even more obsessed with it than basketball.

In terms of true strength, apart from his teacher Zhang Soong from the Sports Department, no one else in the school could win against him. Even Coach Liu, who was at Stage Nine, was far from being his match.

"It's not enough for Huang Haitao to fall, yet you want to fight me?"

Seeing that the one who came up to challenge him was Tan Shaoyang, Pei Feng slightly squinted his eyes.

Fighting with Huang Haitao was just a game, and he didn't have a hard time, but this Tan Shaoyang was different. In his previous life, this guy had beaten him black and blue in front of everyone's eyes, and even looked for his teeth, ruthlessly humiliating him. This caused his reputation in school to go completely bad, and even gave him the nickname of "Nanming Weak Chat".

He stared at Tan Shaoyang and said lightly, "You better think this through. If it really comes to a fight, I won't stop. Don't blame me for getting injured."

Previously, his opponent was Huang Haitao, so it wasn't a big problem. But now, facing Tan Shaoyang, his words immediately poked a hornet's nest.

"Who do you think you are?"

"How arrogant and unbridled! Do you think you can beat my male god?!"

"Laughing my ass, you really think so much of yourself. You even dare to provoke my family's Yang Yang!"

"I hate this kind of self-righteous guy who looks so bad!"

"What are you talking about?" You don't even have the qualifications to carry my Yang Yang's shoes! "

"Come on, male theologian, we love you!"

"Senior is so handsome!" I will teach this scumbag a lesson! "

All of them were girls, all of them were Tan Shaoyang's new and old girls. Even many of the senior sisters had joined the punitive camp, chattering with righteous indignation and sharp words.

Pei Feng was not moved by the trash talk.

Girls, especially those with a fan nature, had no reason to cause a ruckus.

In his last life, it was the same as always. The moment he appeared, he could instantly capture a large group of little girls. Actually, this didn't have much to do with his strength, as long as it was due to that face.

In fact, these high school girls didn't really understand much about real fighting techniques. They were just joining in for the fun of it.

They didn't understand, but Tan Shaoyang did.

From the fight with Huang Haitao just now, he could already see that Pei Feng was very powerful and had a very steady chassis. These two points were definitely not to be underestimated.

A practitioner who had a steady chassis was the one most feared by the participants of the Thai Fist. This was because such an opponent had restrained the fighting style of the Thai Fist.

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