142: C142 Zhang Song's Challenge

C142 Zhang Song's Challenge

"Hmm? Why are you here? "

Zhuang Kaigaang frowned the moment he saw Pei Feng.

"Hello, Mr. Zhuang."

Pei Feng nodded to him indifferently, but he did not have any intention of answering. He and Chang Xiao'e slowly walked past him.

Zhuang Kaigaang's face turned dark.

Pei Feng's reply seemed polite, but it was still filled with arrogance.

Putting Zhuang Feiyu aside, he could also be considered as his elder. Yet, he actually ignored the questions of his elders and refused to answer them!

With so many people around and all his friends around, he didn't say much. He took a deep glance at Pei Feng and Chang Xiao'e beside him and walked over as well.

Behind him, a middle-aged man dressed in rich clothes and wearing sunglasses asked, "Director Zhuang, who is this kid?"

"Oh, the son of a friend of mine. I don't know why he's here, but he probably came here without his father knowing."

Zhuang Kaigaang answered casually.

"He probably snuck over to take a look at the Annual Competition as well. Right now, all of these kids are extremely passionate about this Black Market Fist Competition."

The man in shades chuckled. "You don't say. This brat's girlfriend is really pretty. If you didn't know her, I'd probably have snatched her away already."

Zhuang Kaigaang did not say a word. His face was so dark that it looked like water was about to drip out of it.

Pei Feng ran over to the Mingwu Village alone with a pretty girl. It seemed like the two of them were rather close, and it went without saying what their relationship was.

My daughter is completely infatuated with this kid. She didn't expect this kid to be so serious. He is actually a scumbag with a few flowers and grass. How can he not be angry when he thinks of this?

If not for his friends around, he would have long since slapped him.

Seeing this scene, Zhuang Kaigaang's impression of Pei Feng was extremely bad.

"..."

On the other side, Pei Feng and Chang Xiao'e came to a place filled with martial arts arena. Chang Xiao'e pulled him into the crowd and went to watch.

Martial arts performers didn't have much to look at. Many people were watching the arm wrestling and wrestling, but the focus of attention was still on one of the combat arenas.

The one guarding the arena was a big and muscular bald brute that was around 1.9 meters tall.

The challenge rule was written on a homemade wooden board at the side. Challenge a bet with at least 500 gambling points, no limit to the bet. If you fell out of the arena or raised your hands in surrender, it would count as a loss.

This ring was the ring with the highest prize money, so it attracted a lot of people. They surrounded the ring so many times that not even a drop of water could trickle through.

The 500 gambling stake wasn't considered high and the reward was extremely tempting, so there was an endless stream of challengers. However, they were all easily thrown off the stage after a minute or two.

Below the stage, there was a soft blanket. There was no injury from a fall, and the arena master's attacks weren't too ruthless. Most of the times he used wrestling and capturing methods, he rarely used punches or kicks.

After looking at it for a moment, Pei Feng slowly shook his head: "This person has some skill, but the main point of setting up this stage is to earn money through entertainment. Furthermore, those who go on stage to challenge others are all ordinary."

"Mr. Pei, you even know kung fu?"

"I know a bit."

Chang Xiao'e curiously sized him up – from the outside, Pei Feng looked just like a thin and ordinary boy. He didn't look like he knew any martial arts.

After a while, Pei Feng lost interest and turned around to leave. Seeing that, Chang Xiao'e hurriedly followed him.

The crowd was very crowded. Chang Xiao'e was holding another pile of food as she grabbed Pei Feng's hand.

The situation was special, so Pei Feng didn't mind. He let her hold his hand and lead him out of the crowd.

Who knew that just as he walked out of the crowd, he would come face to face with another group of acquaintances.

Xu Lu, Luo Yihsing, Tan Shaoyang, Qin Zige, Ding Qianqian, and a middle-aged man with a stern and dignified appearance.

When they met face to face, Pei Feng was slightly shocked. Xu Lu, Luo Yihsing and the rest were also stunned. Immediately, Xu Lu's face changed because … She saw Pei Feng holding the hand of a girl who was about their age. She was very beautiful and looked very intimate with Pei Feng.

"Why are you here? "Who is she?"

Xu Lu's voice was cold and harsh. Her aggressive look frightened Chang Xiao'e. She subconsciously leaned towards Pei Feng and took his arm. "Mr. Pei …"

"I can't believe you are such a person! Stepping on two boats! Do you think you are worthy of Xiaoyu by acting like this?! "

This time, Chang Xiao'e understood a little, so she quickly let go of Pei Feng's arm and stammered as she explained, "Hello, it's not like that. I …"

"Shut up."

When Pei Feng said this, Chang Xiao'e immediately shut her mouth obediently.

Pei Feng glanced at them indifferently before his gaze landed on the furious Xu Lu.

"I, Pei Feng, don't need to explain my actions to you."

With that, he pulled Chang Xiao'e's hand and said, "Let's go."

Before they had even taken a few steps, a cold voice sounded out: "You're that Pei Feng who defeated Shaoyang in the Thai Fist Training Course?"

"Who are you?" Pei Feng stopped and looked at the middle-aged man.

"Who is he?"

Luo Yihsing, who was at the side, smiled slightly and said, "Pei Feng, you have been in Nanming for such a long time and you don't even know who he is? Hehe, this is our school's sports department's Director Zhang Soong, Thai Fist Department's Stage Ten, Stage Eight, Tan Shaoyang's Master, the National Thai Fist Competition's champion, JUN! "

"You're the one who said that the Thai Fist is fancy, right?"

Zhang Soong stared at Pei Feng with a cold gaze.

Ever since he knew that Tan Shaoyang had been defeated and the Divine Thai Fist had been humiliated by the transfer student called Pei Feng, in addition to the friction and humiliation during the competition, he had wanted to teach this brat a lesson. However, Pei Feng had been up to no good in the past few days and had not participated in any other Thai Fist training classes, so he had never found an opportunity to teach him a lesson.

"Yes, I did."

Pei Feng did not hide anything. In his eyes, the Thai Fist was just a flowery martial skill, it was not even worth mentioning.

"Very good!"

A cold light flashed in Zhang Soong's eyes as he said coldly, "Since you can defeat Shaoyang, you must have some skills. How about this, you choose a time to fight me again."

"If I lose, Naiming High School and Thai Fist s will be disbanded, and will never be rebuilt! If you lose, you will apologize and admit your wrongs in front of all the teachers and students, and take back the words' Thai Fist is just a work of art ', what do you think?! "

The moment he said that, Tan Shaoyang's expression changed.

"Teacher, don't …"

"Shut up! What a disgrace! "

That incident had attracted the criticism of many other teachers in the school, and there were even some who questioned the necessity of the existence of the Thai Fist. He had held back his anger for a long time, and now that he had finally met Pei Feng, how could he allow Tan Shaoyang to persuade him?0

"Oh? You want to fight me? "

Pei Feng smiled, "No problem, time and place."

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