405: C405 Carry out the Act of Posturing to the End

C405 Carry out the Act of Posturing to the End

The 20 bodyguards from the Bai Clan that Zhong Jun brought over also rushed towards Lin Fei like a swarm of bees.

A King of Soldiers, twenty powerful bodyguards of the Bai Family.

This aura seemed to want to destroy the heavens and the earth!

Surrounding them, the spectators could not help but retreat. Their heads shrunk and they swallowed their saliva again and again.

Zhong Jun was the King of Soldiers, his battle prowess was equivalent to twenty ordinary people.

The fighting strength of one of the bodyguards of the Bai Clan was equivalent to the fighting strength of ten ordinary people.

The combined fighting strength of these people was equivalent to the fighting strength of two hundred and twenty ordinary people.

A small farmer like Lin Fei was equivalent to fighting two hundred and twenty ordinary people.

This situation was completely one-sided.

The spectators all looked at Lin Fei, shaking their heads nonstop.

"This little peasant, Lin Fei, is too good at posturing. All the posturing in the world has almost been done by him."

"I quite agree with you. I don't even know who gave this little peasant, Lin Fei, the courage to go through with the act until the end.

"F * ck, those who stand in my way die!" Just a single sentence is enough to cause my blood to boil, but, this is simply courting death! "

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In the crowd, some people even started to admire Lin Fei.

This was because they felt that Lin Fei had pushed his acting to the extreme.

Lin Fei was just a small farmer. He first beat the young master of the Bai Clan, Bai Jie, and then scolded the captain of the bodyguards of the Bai Clan.

Immediately after, Zhong Jun, the bodyguard captain of the Bai Clan, revealed an inhumane strength and broke the steel pipe into two pieces with his bare hands.

Just when everyone thought that Lin Fei was about to apologize, Lin Fei, a small farmer, unexpectedly broke one of the fingers of the Bai Family's bodyguard captain, Zhong Jun.

This had completely exceeded the limits of everyone's minds.

However …

This wasn't the end.

Lin Fei wanted to beat the young master of the Bai Clan, Bai Jie.

He even threatened to kill anyone who blocked him!

A valiant life does not need an explanation, but it requires strength!

If he had the strength to act tough, then he would be pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger. However, if he didn't have the strength to act tough, then he would truly be courting death.

Obviously, almost everyone present felt that Lin Fei was the type of person who had no strength to posture.

Five seconds later.

Zhong Jun was the first to rush in front of Lin Fei. He leaped into the air and sent a punch towards Lin Fei's forehead.

He used 120% of his strength in this punch.

He was certain that as long as his fist hit Lin Fei's forehead, Lin Fei's head would definitely blossom.1

In the eyes of the audience, Zhong Jun's punch was fast and ruthless, it could kill anything in an instant.

However, in front of Lin Fei, it was as slow as a snail and as light as a feather.

Why was this happening? That was because Lin Fei was a cultivator. His speed increased to a realm that ordinary people could not measure, and his strength also increased to a realm that normal people could not measure.

"Trash!" Lin Fei's eyes swept over Zhong Jun and he casually threw out a punch, colliding with the fist that Zhong Jun thought would instantly kill everything in its path.

What? A little peasant said that he, the King of Soldiers, was trash. Zhong Jun smiled in disdain.

When the people present heard the little farmer Lin Fei say that the King of Weapons Specialists was trash, they were all extremely shocked.

Among the crowd, someone exclaimed, "Lin Fei, this little peasant, is walking further and further on the road of acting tough. I'm afraid that at the moment of his death, he will no longer act tough."

'Bang! 'a loud sound was heard.

Zhong Jun's quick and ruthless fist and Lin Fei's light fist collided with everything.

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