The playground was already filled with a large number of students on the inside and outside of the playground, and the boos and cheers were constantly heard from the crowd, making people feel like they were in an underground boxing stadium!

In the center of the crowd of onlookers, two students confronted each other.

"Zheng Zhijie, you must apologize for what you said!"

"Apologize? Why should I apologize? The iron broom leg method is the garbage leg method, and the free martial arts is the garbage martial arts! You Huang Zheng learned garbage martial arts, even if you are a quasi-martial artist, you are also garbage! ”

Zheng Zhijie's arrogant words caused an uproar among a large number of onlookers, without him, Zheng Zhijie's sentence offended a group of people, because there was a considerable wave of students who learned free martial arts issued by the government.

In order to fight against alien beasts and increase the birth rate of warriors, the Warriors Association released eight free basic martial arts more than 40 years ago. At the beginning of the release of free martial arts, it naturally caused a wave, and a large number of teenagers who had no money to buy expensive martial arts also had the opportunity to practice martial arts.

But it was soon discovered that although these basic martial arts were enough to strengthen the body and greatly increase the birth rate of martial artists, compared with other expensive martial arts, the combat effectiveness was really lacking.

As a result, people who practice expensive martial arts naturally begin to despise those who practice free martial arts, and even privately call them poor Hanako.

But it is rare for someone as blatantly provocative as Zheng Zhijie to provoke.

Xiang Chen just squeezed into the front of the crowd, and when he heard this, he clenched his fists.

He also practiced one of the free martial arts, called Linghe Fist.

"Huang Zheng, beat him and let him know that civilian warriors are not easy to bully!" "That's right! Don't be afraid of him, you're also one of the would-be warriors! ”

Hearing the cheering sounds of the people around him, Huang Zheng took a deep breath, raised one leg, and posed in a starting pose.

"Please!"

Zheng Shaojie pursed his lips disdainfully, clasped his arms around his chest, and looked unconcerned.

"Look for death!" Zheng Shaojie's arrogant appearance completely angered Huang Zheng, and he stepped out.

Step, step, step!

After three steps, the distance between the two was shortened instantly, and Huang Zheng swept towards Zheng Shaojie's lower plate with an iron leg. Seeing that he was about to hit, Huang Zheng's eyes even had a smile in his eyes.

Zheng Shaojie suddenly squatted down in a horse-step posture, and his fists seemed to turn into a pair of machine guns.

"Six Star Fist!"

He's going to punch his legs!

It stands to reason that the strength of a martial artist of the same level is definitely not comparable to the strength of his legs.

But the result of the two fights is completely opposite, Zheng Shaojie's fists are strong and fast, and the fist style is faintly in line with a certain law, compared with Huang Zheng's straight leg sweep, it is undoubtedly more mysterious.

Huang Zheng's leg blow completely lost its power after canceling out the three punches, Zheng Shaojie was unforgiving, and continued to output wildly, a pair of iron fists fell on various parts of Huang Zheng's body, the latter was powerless to fight back, and finally let out his last breath after resisting more than a dozen punches, was knocked out, and rolled towards the crowd of onlookers.

Coincidentally, he happened to roll in front of Xiang Chen.

Huang Zheng knelt on the ground with a flushed face and gasped for breath, trying to stand up, but the place where he was beaten was so hot and painful that he struggled several times, and he fell again.

A hand suddenly stretched out behind him, and Huang Zheng looked up.

It's a somewhat familiar young man.

"You are..."

"Let's get up first, how ugly it is to kneel." Xiang Chen smiled kindly.

Hearing this, Huang Zheng also stretched out his hand, and Xiang Chen pulled him up with force.

Zheng Shaojie on the opposite side was about to leave after stepping on someone, but suddenly noticed this scene.

"Yo! Who is my Dao, isn't this Xiang Chen, the great genius 'swordsman' in our 9! How, you're also interested in coming down and having fun? Oh, I forgot, the great genius Xiang Chen has been beaten up since he was beaten in his sophomore year of high school, but he never fights with anyone again! The word swordsman was said by Zheng Shaojie in a long voice, and the meaning of ridicule could not be more obvious.

"Hahahaha." Zheng Shaojie's words caused a group of people around him to laugh, and it was obvious that Xiang Chen was also well-known in No. 9 Middle School, but this fame didn't seem to be a good name.

Xiang Chen, who didn't want to take the lead, didn't know that he was still noticed. He clenched his fists tightly, his teeth rattling, and he resisted the urge to rush forward.

What can he do if he rushes up, he clearly understands that if he rushes up now, the final result is nothing more than a fat beating, and fill in another stroke on his resume that has been ridiculed.

This damn body!

As early as when he was just in the first year of high school, Xiang Chen showed extraordinary martial arts talent, obviously practicing only one of the free martial arts Linghe Boxing, but he stubbornly suppressed all the other students in the first year of high school.

The young man was ambitious, and Xiang Chen even released the wild words of 'no matter how expensive the martial arts you practice, you can only be trampled under my feet' when he first entered the school.

In the first year of high school, the strength of a quasi-martial artist is enough to make Xiang Chen proud of the others.

But a year has passed, no matter how hard Xiang Chen exercises, only his height has increased, and the power of qi and blood is like a dead sea, and he has never increased by half a point. The peers who were not taken seriously by him in the past have caught up with him one by one.

To this day, Xiang Chen's strength that is still unmoving, so that Xiang Chen can only stand out from everyone in 9. Don't look at the 9 middle and high school junior quasi-martial artists, there are only 15 people, but I am afraid that there are no less than 100 quasi-martial artists who are one step away.

And the people who were pressed by Xiang Chen in the same grade, after their strength overtook them, the first thing they did was, of course, to find an opportunity to beat Xiang Chen violently, and let out a vicious breath. Since then, Xiang Chen has been a joke-like existence in 9, and when it comes to him, even many people who have not had a holiday will be sarcastic.

"This is a man, you can't be too arrogant, Xiang Chen is the best negative example!"

Even many students who practiced free martial arts were also downcast to Xiang Chen, in their words, they thought that Xiang Chen was the leader who led them to resist, but it turned out to be just a straw bag with insufficient stamina!

In fact, they can't be blamed, if the civilian students who practice free martial arts are honest from the beginning, the contradictions between the two classes will not be so intense.

But at the beginning, those who practiced expensive martial arts were bullied and oppressed too badly by Xiang Chen, and then Xiang Chen gradually fell behind, and the already weak free faction lost its backbone, and naturally was taught a hard lesson by the expensive faction. It can be said that their civilian warriors are the most unspeakable.

In this way, now Xiang Chen is not said to be shouted by everyone in 9, at least he is not a likable character.

After a long time, Xiang Chen suppressed all his unwillingness and anger, let out a long breath, turned his head and prepared to leave.

"Phew, garbage!" Zheng Shaojie spat and smeared.

Xiang Chen paused, and continued to walk out of the crowd without looking back.

Seeing Xiang Chen's gloomy departure, Zheng Shaojie and his companions laughed, and he felt that the onlookers around him looked at him with admiration.

"Jie Shao, don't just let him go, 'big genius' Xiang Chen rarely comes to the playground when he practices in the morning, how can he just pat his ass and leave, besides, that one is not there! After the fact, it was also the playground that Xiang Chen took the initiative to come to, didn't he just want to move his hands and feet. A thief-eyed follower encouraged Zheng Shaojie.

Hearing what his attendant said, Zheng Shaojie shuddered, but remembered that many people were still looking at him, and immediately pretended to be calm.

"Hahaha, that's right, since that's the case, I'll personally 'point' our great genius!"

As he spoke, Zheng Shaojie found a toy, lined up the crowd, and rushed to Xiang Chen, who was facing away from him.

"Xiang..." Huang Zheng was pulled up by Xiang Chen and his classmates were about to leave, seeing Zheng Shaojie's actions, he wanted to remind Xiang Chen, but he seemed to think of something again, sighed, and put down the raised hand.

"Xiang Chen, look at how well I practice this six-star boxer!" At this time, Xiang Chen also felt the sound of the wind behind him, and tried his best to turn around.

But it was too late, and his physicality simply did not allow him to react in such a short time.

The powerful fist smashed into Xiang Chen's back heart like a cannonball, and a rigid standard for a quasi-martial artist is that the fist power must reach at least 200kg, which can be called the limit of human beings in the past era.

Xiang Chen snorted, took the punch firmly, flew out, planted his head on the ground, and gnawed on the dirt in his mouth. Lying on the ground in embarrassment, I felt difficult to breathe for a while, my back was hot and painful, and there were blood stains between my teeth.

Xiang Chen's tragic situation first caused some people in the crowd to exclaim, and then it was overshadowed by a large number of gloating laughter.

"Hahaha, look, Xiang Chen has been beaten again!"

"Cut, I don't think I can do it, he also deserves to fight Zheng Shaojie and others? I really don't understand, how could Lao Tzu be trampled on by this kind of garbage in the first place! ”

"It's really ugly, who made him so arrogant at the beginning, if I were him, quit school quickly, save this person from losing it!"

The pain of the flesh is actually far from the blow of the heart, and the laughter around him is like a greedy devil, which is devouring Xiang Chen's self-esteem little by little, and he buries his face deep in the soil, as if in this way, the harsh laughter around him can be reduced.

He thought he didn't care, he thought he was free and easy enough, but in this world, those who can really treat other people's eyes as nothing are very few after all.

Xiang Chen didn't understand, he had obviously given in, why did Zheng Shaojie and them still have to entangle. He didn't understand why they were all classmates, and they laughed at themselves so indifferently.

"Hehe, do you beat the water dog, it looks like I'm the dog, is this human nature?" Xiang Chen now even hoped that Zheng Shaojie's punch just now would be a little heavier, so that he could be dizzy and not have to face all this.

"Is it funny?"

A cold voice suddenly sounded in the midst of the laughter, which was obviously not loud, but it clearly passed through the laughter and reached everyone's ears.

The laughter faded into silence, and someone looked around, looking for someone to speak.

"I'm asking you guys, is that funny?"

The voice sounded again, this time the people found the source of the voice, the speaker was a man in a white shirt, he stood outside the crowd, his expression was cold, his eyes passed through the crowd, looking at Xiang Chen lying on the ground, but his words were said to everyone else.

One person questioned a group of people, but the momentum was steadily overpowered!

The originally noisy crowd was as quiet as death, and only the sound of swallowing saliva could be heard.