Chapter 15: Fighting

"Offended Brother Tiger, do you think it's useful to run away?" The bald head didn't care about the murderous look in my eyes, but still threatened me contemptuously: "Little B cub is quite dark, now I have changed my mind, I not only want you to have a tendon but also break one of your tendons, and let your parents take money to ransom you back." ”

He thought that he had frightened Chen Fei, and all of a sudden, he proposed a lot of things that exceeded Chen Fei's bottom line.

The remaining four people also thought that they had frightened me, and they all smiled and rubbed the knives in their hands towards me, only the bald head was about a little hard smashed by me with a brick, and stroked the place I smashed with his hands, looking at me with a fierce look, as if he had already dismembered me with his eyes.

I clenched my fists tightly, and my body erupted with rage, these scum, if you really do anything, you don't do good things.

I picked up a brick from the wall and smashed it hard at a thug who was walking towards me.

"Click." With a bang, a neat brick smashed in half, and the man's head was also beaten and bleeding.

I struck with a blow of rage, and the power was amazing, and the man was smashed by me and lay on the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

I'm not afraid, I'm really not afraid, I'm justified defense, even if I kill them all, I will be in prison for a few years at most, not to mention that I'm still a high school student, and the court will basically reduce the sentence, and it's black. Road. Even if it is a dead person, it is rare for it to cause trouble. It's almost an unwritten rule.

I jumped off the wall and kicked another person in the shoulder, and my strength was already great, not to mention that I kicked from top to bottom, and with gravity, my feet were even stronger.

I kicked the bones in his shoulders and collapsed, making him shoulder high and shoulder low.

He was kicked back more than ten steps by me before he fell to the ground, clutching his shoulders and howling madly.

I swore that I was going to kick him in the heart, and that if I killed them, my parents would be safe, so I killed them.

After kicking him away, I also landed unsteadily, and was kicked down by one of the two remaining people, and the two of them saw that I was being kicked, and rushed up and slashed at me.

I had to fall to the ground and roll.

Two people, two knives, each knife seemed to be about to cut me, each knife was dodged by my thousands of troops, and the sound of the steel knife slashing to the ground was endless.

I finally ushered in a counterattack, and the knife of the bald man who was smashed on my shoulder by a brick was not far away, and I could reach it as soon as I stretched out my hand.

"Ding-ding." The sound of metal striking, and the strength of me, I could barely block the slash of two adult men.

I pushed forward with my hand, forcing them back a few steps, and I scrambled to my feet.

I haven't fought much, but I know that fighting depends on momentum, and sometimes momentum is three points.

I roared and slashed at the two men.

The two men looked at me crazy, they didn't even run, I thought they would be scared away by me, and I didn't know where to cut anyone before for a while.

As I hesitated, the two men looked at each other, raised their knives, and slashed at me in unison.

I don't know how to attack, but that doesn't mean I can't defend, especially since the speed of the two is ten times slower in my eyes, and I also raise my sword to fight.

For a while, the two of them couldn't help me.

In my eyes, the three of us are like slow-moving characters in a DVD recorder, they can't cut me with a single knife, and I don't take the initiative to cut them.

In my eyes, every second of this slow time is as hard as minutes.

I can't beat them, they can't cut me, and the three people I just knocked down were just the result of my careless sneak attack.

In the battle against each other, the strength of the three of us is being consumed sharply, especially me, the green sè in my eyes is fading little by little, my pupils are shrinking in circles, and the power in my body is gradually leaving my body, especially my brain, as if I haven't slept for a few days, and I am starting to become groggy.

The three of us slashed each other again, and I was able to block the two of them from slashing me.

This time all three of us used a lot of force, and they seemed to be tired and wanted to use this move to knock me down.

With this knife, we still have no one to do anything about it.

Instead, the force of the collision shook all three of us back a few steps away, and my hands trembled so hard that I could barely hold the handle of my knife.

But the two of them weren't much better.

All three of us fell to our knees weakly, stabbing ourselves on the ground, supporting ourselves from lying down.

At this time, the green sè in my eyes disappeared completely, and the pupils in my eyes also changed to the original size.

I blinked as I knelt on the ground, but it was as if I couldn't open them.

A deep sense of exhaustion filled my body, and I didn't even have the strength to lift my eyes.

I almost fainted, and if it weren't for the man I kicked on the shoulder, who was still wailing beside me, reminding me that I hadn't been out of danger yet, I would have fainted.

Just when I was about to faint, I remembered a sentence I had seen before, that people will be a little more divinely stimulated by pain.

It's not something famous people have said, and there's no bullshit philosophy, it's just a fact that ordinary people say, but if you say it in another mouth, maybe it will become a philosophical quote, and I hate those so-called philosophical quotes very much.

It's a fact that everyone knows, but the mouth that comes out is different, some people are in the limelight, so what he says is a famous saying, and some people are just a small people, so few people believe what he says.

Why, they are all living on the earth, a member of billions of human beings, why do the words of a few people affect the lives of some people, even life and death?

Thinking of this, the unwillingness in my bones supports my body.

I barely flexed my teeth and bit down on the tip of my tongue, which is one of the most sensitive parts of the human body, and this is what many couples like to stick out when kissing.

A trace of pain passed through the tip of my tongue to my cranial nerve center.

Stimulated by pain, I opened my eyes, which were just a small blurry slit, but they allowed me to see the outside world.

The man with the collapsed shoulder lay not far from me wailing, and the two men who had slashed me were still kneeling with knives like me.

And the leading man, who I smashed a brick on his shoulder, struggled to his feet, as if to beat the water dogs.

I glanced at the gate again with hope, I hoped to see some teachers or classmates with a sense of justice come out to save me, but I didn't expect that I just saw a deep despair.