Standing in front was Coach Smith, who had been sitting on the side and not making a sound. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The skin is the kind of swarthy that has been exposed to the sun for a long time, the arms and thighs are full of iron-like strong muscles, thick and suffocating, and the body of more than one or two meters is like an iron tower, with a shallow beard, and his eyes are staring at Xin Yuan like a real beast.

Xin Yuan and Smith stand together to show an obvious contrast, just looking at the body type, this is the difference between children and adults, Smith's arms alone are thicker than Xin Yuan's waist, this visual contrast makes people sweat when they look at it.

Boom!

To everyone's surprise, Xin Yuan did not hesitate, and took the initiative directly and decisively at the moment when Smith blocked him, without any hesitation.

Xin Yuan's arm collided with Smith's thick arm that was not like a human in an instant, and the collision of the muscles of the two sides instantly made a huge impact sound like an explosion, and his figure had burst into front of the other party at some point, almost without a moment's pause, the continuous impact continued to erupt, and the four arms of the two overlapped, so fast that they could barely see the entity, and only four vague phantoms could be seen constantly overlapping and separating.

Boom Boom Boom ......

The rapid impact lasted only a few seconds, and Smith's face began to turn pale, and each time the impact became whiter, and when ten seconds had passed, he first began to fall backwards without being able to bear it, and his eyes showed an incredible glow.

One step, two steps......

Each impact sent Smith back a step, and sweat began to seep from his forehead, down the corners of his eyebrows, eyes, and cheeks, and before long his head was covered in sweat.

And Xin Yuan's attack swept like a wild storm that never stopped, and Smith didn't even have time to think of fighting back, so he could only retreat again and again, as if he might be crushed at any time.

Table tennis!

Before he knew it, Smith had retreated to the wall, and when he saw that there was no way to retreat, his head subconsciously twisted away, and then he saw a vague fist shadow brushing past the side of his face, slamming into the wall, and suddenly making a hole, and the mud and earth splattered out, hitting him in the face with a slight pain.

But he didn't have time to think about it, another collision struck, he subconsciously stood up, but the explosive force pushed his back into the wall desperately, the huge vibration even the ceiling above was shaken, and the dust fell down, so that the onlookers couldn't help but swallow their saliva, and subconsciously moved backwards to get as far away from them as possible.

Click!

An even more terrifying thing happened before, the junction between Smith's back and the wall suddenly began to crack, spreading in all directions around his body, and then his body slowly sank into the wall.

The boom sounded continuously, and the power that Xin Yuan burst out suddenly increased by a cut, and each heavy blow was like a pile driver, and Smith was slammed into the wall little by little.

Smith's face was no longer pale, but pale as paper, without a trace of blood, his eyes began to become dazed, and the consciousness of the whole person had begun to blur, but he subconsciously blocked, and there was no sense of counterattack at all.

There was a loud explosion in the air, and Xin Yuan's fist stopped in front of Smith, and Smith's whole person was completely embedded in the wall, as if it was one with this wall, and the person passed out.

There was a dead silence in the room, no one spoke, only the sound of heavy breathing.

Different from the previous easy to solve one opponent after another, Xin Yuan's stormy attack this time made them feel more deeply the explosive power contained in this punch and kick, and the terrifying explosive power actually smashed into the wall one by one, this exaggerated visual perception that was unimaginable made people can't help but tingle their scalps, and produced an indescribable sense of horror.

But in addition to fear, they were also in a burst of excitement, and their bodies and minds were greatly impacted. What is Martial Arts? Everyone has their own standards, but there is one that is eternal, and that is the feeling of blood boiling after the blood is angry, and the feeling of dripping and exhilarating after the hormonal explosion.

Now, all this is presented in front of their eyes, all the boys have bloodshot pupils, and the passion in their bodies is completely stimulated in the fierce struggle like a life-and-death struggle, and many girls are also red-cheeked, and their minds suddenly can't help themselves.

Speed, power, furious uncontrollable collisions, and life-or-death horrors.

This is the real fight!

How can this be compared to those fancy shelves?!

"Fear ......"

Xin Yuan turned around and continued to walk steadily towards Luo Lin, not a minute or a second slow, each step was as precise as the hands of a clock, and it resonated in people's hearts.

"Hesitant ......"

Seeing Xin Yuan like this, Luo Lin trembled like a sifting chaff, almost unable to support his body.

"Weak!"

Xin Yuan grabbed Luo Lin's collar and lifted his limp body up.

"It's all rubbish!"

As soon as he shook his hand, Rollin's body was thrown out of the way, landing on the mat and rolling several times in a row.

"Every punch, every kick, every injury, not only your physical strength, but also throwing these garbage out of your body, so that your heart, your will, become more and more indestructible."

Xin Yuan glanced at the emotional students around him, Xin Yuan's gaze was as calm as a mirror, but there was a terrifying majesty.

"What is martial arts? It is to make your blood boil, crazy, paranoid, fearless, never give up, kill the opponent like a beast, if you want to exercise safely, please go out and turn left, this is not for you. ”

He pointed to the door and said in a deep voice: "From today on, I am the president of the new martial arts club, and your position in the club is completely determined by your strength, and it has nothing to do with everything else, and even as long as you win me, my position will be for you." ”

The eyes of the crowd changed, some flinching in fear, while others became brighter and brighter.

"Senior Lehong."

"I'm here, President." Le Hong walked out of the crowd, and he looked at Xin Yuan's gaze completely different, with reverence, fear, and fanaticism.

"I appoint you as the interim vice president and give you a week to put the reorganized club structure and personnel in order."

"Okay, I'll do a good job." Le Hong agreed without hesitation.

Xin Yuan nodded slightly, his gaze swept through the crowd, and then said, "Jiang Junchi." ”

"Xin ......" Jiang Junchi, who came back from changing his pants at some point, walked out, just said a word, and then felt wrong, and immediately changed his words: "President." ”

"You are now the clerk of the martial arts club, and you are working with Senior Le Hong this week."

"No problem, just leave it to me."

"Good." Xin Yuan looked around and clapped his hands gently, "That's it for today, let's disperse, if you want to quit the club, you can directly ask Jiang Junchi to register, this semester's club branch will count you as qualified." By the way, don't forget to dig him out. He gestured to Smith, who was stuck in the wall unconscious.

"Just send it to the infirmary to wipe off the potion, and I didn't get hurt."

With that, he smiled slightly, strode out of the field, and soon disappeared behind the bushes outside.