46 Figh (1/2)

”Hero Luo, stop. You made your point! You're a superhero!”

An Huanhuan's plea persuaded him to take his hands off Tang Yuze. After all, they were in class now. She was worried about Xiao Luo getting kicked out of school or arrested. Maybe it was already too late for that.

Xiao Luo grabbed Tang Yuze's collar, pulled him closer, and snarled, ”I don't feel like hitting you with so many people here saying I shouldn't. So, you apologize to me, and I'll stop right now. How's that?”

You son of a f*cking whore! Of course, Tang Yuze didn't say that, but he felt like it.

Who ever heard of someone apologizing after being beaten up? This was way over the top.

”Well, are you going to apologize? If not, I'll continue!”

Sneering, Xiao Luo pushed Tang Yuze away and channeled a brutal punt toward his head.

”I'm sorry!”

Tang Yuze, who was horrified, exclaimed, ”I'm wrong! I'm at fault! I'm sorry!”

Whuush

A forceful wind gusted as Xiao Luo's right foot barely missed Tang Yuze's neck. The air whipped up by his feet blasted Tang Yuze's shiny hair into an oily mess. That guy was so scared he almost peed in his pants.

The other students were too frightened to move. They just stood there in bewilderment, feeling this cold-hearted brute's murderous aura. Was this the same mild-mannered Xiao Luo who often slept through his classes? He was like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde!

”You! How dare you touch my people? Today shall be your end!” shouted Song Jianan.

He had already stomped to the middle aisle of the classroom, charging at Xiao Luo like a wild animal.

As frightful as a raging bull; clamoring like thunder!

With an unparalleled semblance, the shadow of his shifting palm smashed against Xiao Luo.

The blow sent a tsunami of adrenalin rushing through his arms. Xiao Luo felt a tingling pain on both sides of his body as he lost his balance and stumbled backward several steps. Song Jianan's strength was beyond his estimation.

Song Jianan, on the contrary, took a few steps backward with a look of surprise on his face. He never expected Xiao Luo to be so strong. Still, the explosive power in his body was no match for Song Jianan, who had been practicing martial arts since he was a young boy. In addition to his excellent Kungfu, he had refined his body to the absolute extreme. With around four percent body fat, he had extraordinary muscle mass. He was a human fighting machine.

”Do you practice martial arts?”

Song Jianan withdrew his disdainful eyes. People who could take on him by force were worthy of his reverence.

”Even if I do, what does that have to do with you?” Xiao Luo asked callously.

”Take it as if I didn't ask then! Come!!”

With a bellowing howl, Song Jianan charged toward Xiao Luo like a crazed beast spewing blood.

”What an enormous force.”

Xiao Luo snorted in contempt as he went against him. With his right hand clenched into a fist and a commanding strength that could pierce the void, he was like a growling like a cheetah, its giant claws ready to grab and choke its prey.

Boom

Their fists collided in the air, followed by a sound that penetrated the abyss.

The collision between strength and power had anyone scared stiff. With their own eyes, the students were witnessing a fight that previously could only be seen on television. At close range, the erupting field generated by forces clashing into each other was tremoring the souls of every single person in the room.

Three minutes and counting: That's how long it took for the dispute to degenerate into an all-out brawl that was still going strong.

Enough! Stop! The English Lecturer snapped back to his senses and tried to break up the fight. He picked up a book and slammed it down on the podium with all his might. BAM. It sounded as if the entire classroom was blasted away by a thunderclap, everyone subconsciously quivered, including the brawlers.

”What in God's name are you two doing? Shooting a martial arts film? Do you guys want to become practitioners? I'll have you both expelled from the university and send you back to your home sweet homes!” the English Lecturer, his face flushed, was yelling furiously. But the students ignored him. Things were getting ugly.

Afraid of being expelled from school, Song Jianan was the first to put up his hands in surrender. He said with a grin, ”Peace. You've misunderstood, sir. Our hands are itchy, and we just couldn't resist sparring with each other. Everyone who practices martial arts has such a shortcoming. I hope you can understand, sir.”