184: C184 Meng Ran Was Seriously Injured

C184 Meng Ran Was Seriously Injured

Everyone saw how Wei Rulong and Meng Ran looked like they knew each other. They were all confused.

Wasn't he just an ordinary student of Jianghua?

Why did he know Vice Principal Wei?

Even the few Vice Principal beside Wei Rulong asked in astonishment, "Brother Wei, you know each other?"

"Wait, that's... Lei Qianjun!?"

The few deputy deans who were eager to save Mo Haoxuan did not look at Meng Ran because they saw Mo Haoxuan lying unconscious on the ground. They looked up and saw eight figures kneeling in a row not far away from the young man in windbreaker.

One of them was wearing white clothes and white shoes. His long hair was stained with dazzling blood stains. He was supposed to be a dragon and tiger, but now, he looked dispirited and dispirited. It was obvious that he had been mixed with the magic strength by Meng Ran earlier. The shock was not light.

Lei Qianjun was seriously injured by Meng Ran, and his cultivation level was crippled by Meng Ran. It was already very fortunate that he was able to persist until the Central Emperor Martial Arts Academy.

Wei Rulong was still staring at Meng Ran. His expression was constantly changing. No one knew what he was thinking. When he heard Lei Qianjun's name, his pupils shrank. He stared at Meng Ran and asked word by word, "Did you do it?"

"Brother Lei! How are you? Wake up!" The mountain-like deputy dean had the best relationship with Lei Qianjun. He immediately rushed over and helped Lei Qianjun up. The deputy deans untied the ropes and saved the seven disciples.

Meng Ran flicked his finger. He said softly, "I only crippled his cultivation level."

"What?! You crippled his cultivation level?! "

When the Vice Academy Masters heard this, all of them turned pale with fright. Initially, they thought that Lei Qianjun would be able to defeat Meng Ran with ease. Although Lei Qianjun's cultivation level was not as good as Wei Rulong's, it was still on par with the other Vice Academy Masters. All of them were Great Completion internal arts martial cultivator, and this cultivation level was enough to dominate the entire Jiangbei.

Even if they were beaten to death, they would never believe that this cultivation level was not enough to deal with an eighteen year old student.

This fat deputy dean whose eyes were almost squeezed into a seam was called Cheng Zhiyong, and he was on good terms with Lei Qianjun.

When he heard Meng Ran's words, he immediately pressed his palm on Lei Qianjun's Qi points. In the end, he felt that Lei Qianjun's abdomen was no different from an ordinary person's. There was no feeling of internal energy circulating at all.

"Little Bastard, I will kill you!" Cheng Zhiyong was so angry that the fat on his face was trembling. He could no longer tolerate it.

It had always been Central Emperor Martial Arts Academy bullying others. Since when did someone dare to bully the Central Emperor Martial Arts Academy?

Although this deputy dean of the Martial Arts Academy was fat like a mountain of meat, he was extremely agile. He was even several times more agile than Hong Baojin, who was filming the movie.

Fists the size of bowls were thrown continuously at Meng Ran's body. Each punch contained 120% of his internal energy. Meng Ran's lower abdomen, chest, back, and other places were all hit.

The muffled sounds of fists and flesh colliding continuously rang out. However, what caused everyone to be surprised was, why was this sound so low?

It was as if... it had smashed onto the jade!

In less than three seconds, cheng Zhiyong had already thrown out sixteen punches. Like rain hitting banana leaves, all of them landed on Meng Ran's body.

Obviously, this fist technique consumed a lot of internal energy. After he stopped punching, cheng Zhiyong put his hand on his knees and breathed heavily. His forehead was covered with sweat, but his face was full of joy from getting revenge.

"Strange, why is he fine?" A disciple of the Martial Arts Academy looked at Meng Ran, who was still motionless, and asked in surprise.

"What do you know! Vice Academy Master Cheng's fist technique is called the Eight Extreme Force. It is a fist technique that contains powerful covert force. When one reaches the Great Completion, one can have eight layers of covert force. When eight layers are stacked, even Martial Arts Master will have to bow his head in submission!"

Many disciples of the Martial Arts Academy had heard of Cheng Zhiyong's fist technique, but they had never seen him use it. Now that they heard someone say that he could add eight layers of covert force, all of their faces were filled with anticipation. They couldn't wait to see Meng Ran get injured by the covert force.

Even the scholarly deputy dean, who was wearing a green robe, stroked his long beard and praised. "Brother Cheng's fist technique has already reached perfection. I'm afraid that even Brother Lei wouldn't dare to use his body to withstand it."

As soon as these words were spoken, all the deputy deans immediately responded. Even Wei Rulong solemnly nodded his head.

Cheng Zhiyong, who was panting heavily, said proudly to Meng Ran, "Kid, my fist technique is called Eight Extreme Force. It can be supplemented with eight layers of inner energy. Now that I've cultivated five layers, even Martial Arts Master wouldn't dare to take it head-on. How is it? Is it not good? Does it feel like my internal organs are being continuously smashed by a heavy hammer?"

Cheng Zhiyong's face was filled with pride, and he was laughing wildly, as if he had already seen the miserable look of Meng Ran, who was about to spit out blood.2

Just as everyone stretched out their necks and raised their heads, wanting to see Meng Ran spit out blood with their own eyes.

Meng Ran's cold laughter was faintly heard.

"Oh, is that so?"

At this moment, cheng Zhiyong, who was still laughing just a second ago, stopped laughing.

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