Chapter 66: Fierce bullying. (1/2)

Xiao Luo twist step rushed, such as a humanoid beast that made a member of Sanda club directly fly out, the man only felt like a speeding car severely impacted him, slamming in front of Zhao Xing and Du Pengfe. Their belly churning, mouth vomiting.

Zhao Xing and Du Pengfei were so shocked that they couldn't even speak. Their palms were sweating. They thought that more than one hundred people could beat Xiao Luo black and blue. But now, Xiao Luo, who was so fierce, let them see no hope of victory.

Xiao Luo stood erect like an evil spirit, full of wild spirit, with 20 or 30 people standing upside down on the surrounding ground.

”I treat you like human beings, but you act like dogs. I say that I would only beat a biting dog severely until it was afraid of me and tremble at the sight of me!”

With eyes full of provocation and contempt, the evil spirit on his body wafted into the air.

The surrounding Sanda club members were sweating and knew what fear was, for the first time.

The earring boy lying on the ground bit and gnashed his teeth, shouting, ”What are you afraid of, kill him!”

Several of his loyal followers picked up long sticks from the taekwondo association and shouted at Xiao Luo.

Others followed suit and used props from other societies as weapons in succession, flooding in. After all, they are all young people. They are full of youthful spirit. Under the action of anger, their attack is still totally insignificant however.

”Xiao Luo, die!”

Rushing in front were two men holding sticks, they brandished them toward Xiao Luo's head slamming.

Before their poles could be smashed, Xiao Luo snorted softly, like a phantom passing through the gap between the two of them in a flash, deceiving stretching out his arms like steel casting, striking the two men in the chest with the force of a mountain high tsunami.

”Ah ~”

Accompanied by two shrieks, the two flew back like broken kites, knocking down four or five Sanda club members behind them.

”Come again!”

Xiao Luo's excited smile on his face, such as a tiger breaking into a flock of sheeps, set off a huge wave among these Sanda club members.

Although the Sanda club members have wooden sticks, boards and nunchakus in their hands, they do not pose any threat to Xiao Luo at all.

When Xiao Luo breaks the stick with one punch, his fist can still strike the chest of the person thereafter with great ferocity. When Xiao Luo kicked a board three or four centimeters, kicking people, with countless sawdust flying out. When Xiao Luo reached for the nunchakus and grabbed it, he greeted them mercilessly ...

All the members of Sanda club who are young and full of vigor and walk sideways like crabs in Hua Ye in peacetime now felt frightened, and Xiao Luo was ruthlessly destroying their superiority.

Both Zhao Xing and Du Pengfei have fallen to the ground. The former was beaten on the back by Xiao Luo with nunchakus, just like suffering from a whipping, he felt burning pain. The latter was kicked in the thigh, and his whole thigh suddenly lost any feeling, it only kept shaking, and had the painful feeling of spasm and convulsion.

A little while later, 80 or 90 Sanda club members fell to the ground and wailed in pain. The remaining 10 or so members contracted their front lines, their faces clearly showing fear. Although their sticks were still aimed at Xiao Luo, they're obviously trembling as evidence of their hands shaking.

Xiao Luo is really terrifying and overbearing. He beat more than 100 people to the ground to their teeth. How powerful is this?

The other members of the community around gaped, they only felt thirsty and throats dry, they swallowed saliva several times in a row, no matter what, they did not expect this situation.

”Come again!”

Xiao Luo's defiant eyes swept over the remaining dozen Sanda club members. Although he had controlled his strength, some Sanda club members were still beaten to pieces and blood spattered on their clothes. He also had some mottled blood on his own clothes, which made him look evil and awe-inspiring. ”The Sanda club formed by more than one hundred, people thinks they're so great. But you can only dominate in school as you can't even fight hard with hooligans and ruffians out there in the society. Whoever is not pleasing to the eye will be taught a lesson. I'm telling you now, you are just a bunch of rubbish, a bunch of scums wearing college student titles! ”

Every word of his is sonorous, echoing in the large training ground.