Wesson stared at Pang Feng coldly, he seemed to see through Pang Feng's heart.

Pang Feng's ability to defeat Li Yujia really surprised him, because Li Yujia's strength he knew very well, if the person who could defeat Li Yujia was a good hand on the rivers and lakes, and if he was in the army, it would be okay to be an excellent special soldier.

Pang Fengyi, a little sling from the countryside, has such strength, it is indeed not simple.

However, he was only a little surprised, Li Yujia's strength was too weak in his eyes, and if he didn't practice martial arts to the realm of internal strength, he couldn't be regarded as entering the house. And Wesson is already a small success, a martial artist with strength like Li Yujia, he fights ten effortlessly.

Pang Feng's ability to defeat Li Yujia doesn't mean anything, and Wesson is 100 percent confident in defeating Pang Feng.

"Pang Feng, I actually agree with what you said before, provincial athletes really don't know what the hell it is, people who practice martial arts in my generation will decide the winner in the competition, even life and death!

As for the rules, Li Yujia set the rules before, and the two paths he said were too complicated.

You and I will set a rule, whoever loses will kneel and kowtow, learn to bark three times, and forget the matter, how about it?" Wesson said loudly, aggressively, and there was no room for Pang Feng to refuse.

The surrounding crowd began to coax again, and those supporters of Li Yujia just now are all alive again.

"Wei Shao personally took action, Pang Feng, this kid probably didn't expect it, right? He can defeat Li Shao, but he is definitely not Wei Shao's opponent!"

"Yes, Wei Shaoke is a real martial arts master, and his strength in the school's martial arts club is said to surpass that of the teacher!"

"Speaking of which, Pang Feng is too arrogant, and even Wei Shao can't stand it!"

The crowd is noisy, Wei Sen's appeal is not comparable to Li Yucan's, he is the most popular cow in the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine, and a class of flower-level beauties like Xu Wei can only be a fan girl in front of him.

At this time, Xu Wei turned into a fan girl, and she led a group of girls to cheer for Wesson desperately in the crowd.

The entire academy was on Weson's side, and Pang Feng seemed alone.

"Classmate Wei, let's stop fighting, right? How embarrassing is it to kneel and learn to bark a dog?

Wesson snorted softly, a gloomy look on his face appeared, and said, "What I, Wesson, have never broken their promises!"

"Okay, since that's the case, then classmate Wei, please!"

Pang Feng suddenly said briskly, and he made a gesture of please, signaling for Wesson to strike first.

Wesson's expression instantly became serious, he took a deep breath, and put on a six-fold fist starting pose, and the whole person looked like a green pine.

"Sure enough, it's stronger than Li Yujia!" Pang Feng commented on Wesson in his heart.

"It's just such a little strength, it's still too weak!"

Wesson didn't know what Pang Feng was thinking, he gathered a good momentum, suddenly broke off, stepped out, and Jackie Chan walked in a tiger stride.

The essence of Liuhe boxing lies in the two words "Liuhe", the body, hands, legs, waist, and knees should be in harmony with the will, and the intention should be in harmony with the qi.

Wesson's fist style was silent, and the ghostly one had already killed Pang Feng in front of him.

Pang Feng felt a wave of heat rushing towards his face, he chuckled, raised his hand slightly, and slapped a palm.

Pang Feng's palm was fluttering, and it seemed that he had no strength, but Wesson's fist exploded in an instant at this moment, and the internal power in his body was instantly released.

"Die!" said Wesson, proudly.

Pang Feng smiled and said, "Not necessarily!"

The fists intersected in the air, and Wesson's heart sank instantly, and he felt an overwhelming force spread from the palm of Pang Feng's hand to his fist.

His punch was like smashing on an iron plate, and it hurt and hurt.

And the terrifying power transmitted from his fist made him unstoppable, and he subconsciously burst back.

His reaction was extremely fast, but after six or seven steps back, the force had not yet dissipated, and he only felt as if he had been hit by a hammer in the chest.

"Boom!"

As soon as his chest hurt, a stream of qi and blood couldn't help but gush out, his throat was sweet, but his eyes were huge, staring at Pang Feng deadly.

"You ......" He was stunned, he couldn't believe that all this was true, since he had cultivated his internal strength, he had encountered many opponents.

No matter who he encounters, he basically doesn't need to fight hard to win.

In the provincial youth martial arts competition, he easily won the championship with only five points of strength.

Among his peers, he had never experienced failure, whether it was learning or martial arts, or something else, but today, Pang Feng made him feel a huge gap with just one palm.

"It can't be!"

Wesson let out a roar in his heart, and he regrouped and rubbed himself up again.

This time, he used all the strength of his body to the extreme, he gave up any fancy punches, and directly punched out with the greatest strength.

There is no change without tricks, and if there is no change, the chance to win will be lost, and it is obvious that he hit this punch to verify whether Pang Feng has the power he had just now.

In the face of Wesson's punch, Pang Feng naturally understood his intentions.

Since Wesson had this intention, could Pang Feng not satisfy him?

Pang Feng raised his hand again, and struck out with another palm.

It was another palm that looked light and fluttering, but this time the fists and palms intersected, but there was a "boom" sound, and this blow was hard, which seemed to make the surrounding air burst.

After the sound of "Ah......hh

He flew more than a foot away before landing, and after landing, he continued to retreat, retreating more than a dozen steps in a row before he stabilized his body.

He stood still, his meticulous hairstyle on his head was in a mess, Armani's black coat was torn, his figure was no longer as tall as a green pine, and his expression was no longer so cool and proud.

A trace of red blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were full of horror, and he opened his mouth to say, "You...... Great internal strength...... ......"

"Wow!" After the word "cheng" was finished, a mouthful of thick blood in his throat could no longer be suppressed, gushing out of his mouth.

As soon as he gritted his teeth and raised his arm, his right arm trembled uncontrollably, not controlled by his brain at all.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and there were hundreds of people on the playground, but not one of them made even the slightest sound.

Everyone looked at this scene in a daze, and all kinds of expressions froze on their faces.

Pang Feng snorted lightly and smiled faintly: "Wesson, I said it's better not to fight!"

After Pang Feng finished speaking, he slowly turned around and left under the gaze of everyone:

"Wei Shao, don't forget what you said yourself, what you Wei Sen said, never break your word!"