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C71 Something

In terms of strength, Tan Shaoyang was very clear that if he was the one in front of him, he would have been able to force Huang Haitao back, but it was definitely not to such an extent — Pei Feng's strength was greater than his!

Tan Shaoyang's appearance completely ignited the atmosphere of this Thai Fist training class.

The shrieks and cheers from the girls and the chattering from Coach Liu could no longer be suppressed.

In the third year of high school, class 3

Ding Qianqian stared unblinkingly at the handsome Tan Shaoyang. Her eyes were sparkling and her cheeks were red. From time to time, she would bite down on her lips and turn into a young girl in love.

She felt that Tan Shaoyang only went up on stage because of her. This kind of happiness exploded in an instant.

It had to be known that Tan Shaoyang was famous for being a cold-faced and arrogant prince. Since when had he ever gone overboard for a girl in school? This was the first time this had happened in history!

She wasn't the only one thinking this. All kinds of resentful, jealous and hostile gazes were directed at her. At this moment, there were too many girls who were jealous of her.

Qin Zige also stared at Tan Shaoyang. Her eyes were bold and hot, and her cheeks were flushed red.

Although she was the school's number one ice-cold beauty, the coolest hip-hop queen and tattooed queen, and had a lot of fans, she had never concealed her admiration for Tan Shaoyang. Unfortunately, Tan Shaoyang never seemed to have any interest in her and never gave her any response.

Xu Lu and Zhuang Feiyu's gazes were on Pei Feng, who had his hands in his pockets.

"Lulu, look. He's always been the one pulling the trigger, and he's always so relaxed. He's so cool! "No way, I'm going to become his little maze girl!"

Xu Lu: "What's so cool about that? Tch, he's that handsome, what's with the look in your eyes? "

"Yes, he's handsome!" The more I look at him, the more handsome he becomes! "

Zhuang Feiyu suddenly whispered, "Lulu, do you think he can beat Tan Shaoyang?"

Xu Lu froze for a moment before replying, "How would I know?"

Tan Shaoyang's strength was already deeply rooted in the people in Naiming High School. He had won the prize in the Thai Fist Competition multiple times, easily defeated the coach, had never lost in school fights, whether it was duels or group fights.

Although they knew that Pei Feng was also very strong, Zhuang Feiyu and Xu Lu were not confident – after all, they were only ordinary girls. The concept of the difference between strong and weak was still very vague. They had seen Pei Feng's kung fu skills before, and they had seen Tan Shaoyang's kung fu skills many times before. They only felt that both of them were very strong.

"Who do you think will win?" Zhuang Feiyu added.

Xu Lu bit her lips and whispered, "What do you think, Xiao Yu?"

"I asked you first, why don't you tell me first?"

"No, let's talk together."

"Okay, one, two, three …"

Almost at the same time, they said the same name: "Pei Feng."

The two of them smiled at each other.

"..."

"I won't be lenient either."

Tan Shaoyang stared at Pei Feng, coldly saying word by word, "I'm not a trash like Huang Haitao. Be careful."

Coach Liu looked at Tan Shaoyang with appreciation in his eyes.

Although Pei Feng's performance surprised him, only he knew how terrifying Tan Shaoyang was.

Tan Shaoyang not only won the prize for the Thai Fist Competition, but also defeated his school's instructors. This talented young man had once defeated several martial arts students, and they were the kind of martial arts students that had won the national competition.

This was no joke.

Generally speaking, those who practice Thai Fist are unable to defeat those outstanding students that specialize in martial arts, but Tan Shaoyang did.

This was also the reason why Director Zhang Soong liked his disciple the most – Tan Shaoyang was a combat genius Thai Fist contestant, he definitely wasn't that kind of show off.

"According to the rules of actual combat, the two of you can fight each other, but remember that you are both students. Don't cause any trouble when you have to!"

After saying that, Instructor Liu glanced coldly at Pei Feng.

The arrogant attitude of Pei Feng, with his hands in his pockets, made him very unhappy. He felt that this was a form of contempt towards the Thai Fist.

In his heart, he was also looking forward to Tan Shaoyang ruthlessly teaching this arrogant and conceited student who disrespected the Thai Fist a lesson.

"Pei Feng, do you look down on the Thai Fist?"

Suddenly, Tan Shaoyang asked.

"Thai Fist?"

Pei Feng laughed: "Indeed, I am looking down on you. In my eyes, Thai Fist is just a flowery skill."

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire place immediately became silent. Many people had anger in their eyes.

Especially Coach Liu and some of the students of the Thai Fist Clan, their eyes turned ice-cold.

"Fantastic? Hehe … Good, crazy enough! Then let's see if your three-legged cat is stronger, or my Thai Fist is stronger! "

Saying that, Tan Shaoyang looked at him fiercely, and slowly assumed a standard Thai Fist fighting stance.

This posture immediately brought about a wave of screams and cheers.

Wearing the Thai Fist Headband and Arm Bracelet, wearing a plain white, exceptionally handsome, big and tall, with long legs, it was as if from now on, the most popular little fresh meat stars were even more handsome and dazzling.

Even Pei Feng had to admit in his heart that this guy was a real marshal.

However, there was only Marshal left. Fighting was not enough for him.

"Make your move."

Pei Feng replied plainly.

A trace of anger flashed across Tan Shaoyang's eyes: "Do you know that putting your hands in your pockets is disrespecting your opponent!"

"Only those who defeat me are qualified to receive my respect."

Pei Feng smiled. He didn't intend to take out his hands and said, "You, aren't worthy."

Tan Shaoyang was a very proud person. In the entire Naiming High School, only a few people caught his eyes, and Pei Feng's words completely ignited the anger in his heart.

"The one unworthy is you, the one with the surname Pei!"

He let out a loud shout and his body suddenly moved. With a quick kick, he attacked like a bolt of lightning.

A trace of surprise flashed across Pei Feng's eyes the moment Tan Shaoyang made his move.

This Tan Shaoyang is not simple.

His speed and strength far exceeded Huang Haitao's from before. He didn't feel any weaker than Wu Tie, and there was even a hint of sharpness in his tone.2

Of course, he was on a completely different level when compared to Hei Zi.

As before, he didn't attack, only defending and dodging – he easily dodged the first swing kick. What followed was Tan Shaoyang's extremely Thai Fist style, ferocious and sharp combined leg technique.

Leg forward, kick horizontally, kick to the side, kick forward, kick to the side, kick to the head, kick to the knees.

As they retreated, Pei Feng gradually became more and more surprised.

This Tan Shaoyang was a true expert in leg techniques. His strength did not lie in his familiarity with the footwork, but in the fighting talent that he displayed during the process of connecting and changing his leg techniques.

Fast, accurate, ruthless, extremely creative, strength retracted like a leopard, swiftly and stealthily and explosively full of power. His fighting consciousness and the ability to control opportunities were quite strong.

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