Zhong Zhide saw that Song Ming forcibly entered, and he was so angry that his eyebrows were raised, and the swollen pig's head that was patted by moving bricks had already turned black into charcoal, but seeing the principal nodding in person, how could he dare to have any more opinions, he only looked at everything that happened in the venue with a cold face. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

After Zhang Ruifeng got the acquiescence of the high-level, his expression was extremely ecstatic, and he was full of pretending to be majestic in his ecstasy.

What he thought in his heart was that although the other party was a man, his cultivation was not worth mentioning, and he had already won the championship, and the identities and temperaments of the two were not the same.

The next best tactic is to let your opponent attack for a few rounds and then strike a few seconds to show off what you can do as a champion.

At this moment, in order to show his superior demeanor and the coercion created by the huge level difference, Zhang Ruifeng held the Dao sword in his hand, his face was as majestic as a god, and said recklessly to Song Ming:

"Collect your bills? You collect my bills? I think you should-"

The two were no more than three meters apart.

Before Zhong Ruifeng finished speaking, Song Ming suddenly dodged and ran away, raising his fist like an arrow.

Usain Bolt, the 100-meter champion on Earth, has a starting speed of less than 10m/s, while Songming is currently at the peak of his body, with a starting speed of nearly 30m/s, which means that it only takes 0.1 seconds to cross the distance between him and Zhong Ruifeng, and 0.1 seconds is also the limit time for human beings to discover and react.

Zhong Ruifeng said half of his words-

Songming's fist has arrived, a punch slammed into his mouth, the fist first horizontal and then down, drawing a wonderful arc, his whole head punched to the ground, because his body is connected to the head, like a yellowed autumn leaves, followed by the slow "floating" down.

In an instant, it was a flash of light!

Powerful, fast, all in one go!

Zhong Ruifeng didn't even finish speaking, didn't make any defensive moves, and didn't even let out his shocked emotions, he was suddenly punched by Song Ming, instantly losing all defensive power, and even the stone slab under his face was shocked and cracked!

Song Ming squatted down, grabbed Zhang Ruifeng's neck, and asked helplessly:

"Is it close enough now?"

Without waiting for Zhang Ruifeng to reply, he smashed the bridge of Zhang Ruifeng's nose with a punch:

"Can you hear me now?"

Without waiting for Zhang Ruifeng to breathe, he smashed Zhang Ruifeng's chin with a punch:

"Now I'm here to pay back the money, can you take it, Brother Champion?"

......

The air froze.

This sturdy rhetorical question, like a heavy drumstick, smashed into everyone's hearts.

In the media seats, all the reporters and the disciples of the academy who were in charge of recording the images were sweating on their foreheads, swallowing saliva nervously, and the "long guns and short cannons" in their hands did not dare to move at all, for fear of missing such a magical and shocking scene.

The live broadcast signal then reached every corner of the solar system.

The crowd was in an uproar, trembling, screaming, puzzled......

Zhong Zhide and all the Merry Dao disciples dropped their jaws in shock.

Even the principal, Qi An, and even the three young men of the Qi family were all frowning, and their faces were as serious as the frost of a winter night.

Song Ming understands that in the spiritual realm, smashing a person's head, although this person is still alive, his memory will definitely be restarted, which is not much different from death.

So this punch, he didn't exert all his strength, nor did he specifically target Zhong Ruifeng's skull, so Zhong Ruifeng's consciousness was still lucky at the moment.

I saw Zhong Ruifeng's eyes straightened, his eyes were as shocked as seeing a monstrous wave, from his nose to his mouth to his chin, all of them were sunken, his teeth were almost gone, and blood was all over his face, unexpectedly, he could still speak:

"You...... This brute, the game hasn't started yet......"

Song Ming stood up, spread his hands, and said quietly:

"Ever since you hurt my brother, I've been your villain - have you ever seen a villain who cares about the game?"

After all, Zhong Ruifeng was a champion monk of the 19th level of the Qianjin Dao, and he had a wealth of combat experience, and at this moment, he almost didn't think about why Song Ming had such a fast body and such a heavy fist, and the purpose of what he said just now was just to divert the other party's attention.

And in the dark, he had pinched the trick with one hand, led a flying sword to fall from the sky, and fell straight on Song Ming's head.

The flying sword whirred down, and when it was about to be plugged in-

Song Ming's ears moved, his backhand suddenly lifted up, grabbed the blade of the sword with his empty hand, followed the side of his body, and followed the trajectory of the falling blade, and a sword was inserted into Zhong Ruifeng's heart.

The whole series of movements is fast and coherent, rough and neat, and done in one go.

Blood doesn't lie, the blood in Zhong Ruifeng's chest soared, and he suddenly lost consciousness.

Give someone a taste of their own medicine!

In addition, Song Ming also had to collect some "interest" and scavenge Zhong Ruifeng with his hand:

[Ding - System prompt: Obtain Zhong Ruifeng's private spiritual equipment and elixir, with an estimated value of 6 million spiritual yuan!]

[Ding - System prompt: Get 1.2 million spirit yuan in cash, crack the spirit line account, and get a balance of 5 million spirit yuan!]

[Ding - System Prompt: Get a treasure chest for the champion of the Ten Dao Martial Arts Group of the Spark Foundation Spirit Academy, worth 8 million spirit yuan!]

[Ding-System Prompt: Get a treasure chest for the first-grade champion of the Ten Dao Martial Arts of the Spark Foundation Spirit Academy, worth 30 million spirit yuan!]

In this way, Song Ming stood up, did not go to mend the knife again, but picked up Zhong Ruifeng's drooping body, threw it far away to the medical team, and said coldly to the Qianjin Dao people:

"I guess Qianjindao mainly refers to the meaning of a lot of money, right?"

......

This taunt stirred up a thousand waves with one stone.

There was an uproar in the crowd of Qianjindao, and all kinds of curses came one after another:

"Sneak attack!"

"Shameless!"

"Villain!"

"Cruel!"

"Brute!"

"Are you still a monk like this, get out of school!"

"What is the law enforcement teacher doing? Why don't you arrest this guy?"

"Is this the speed that a normal person should have, he must have secretly installed an accelerator!"

Even on the side of Merry Channel, including Song Ming's roommates Song Dabao and Zhao Xiaochuan, they also felt that Song Ming probably won by cheating + sneak attack, and if he was facing Gang, the little junior brother would never be Ruifeng's opponent.

Bai Jie's heart was awe-inspiring.

Kidd looked like a smile.

The headmaster continued to look confused.

Qi An continued to look gloomy.

Qi Yang's face became more violent.

Qi Yu's eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Qi Yu Xiaobao didn't know where to play and hadn't come back yet.

Jia Renwu's face was cloudy, and he didn't know whether to be happy or angry at this time in the face of the amazing scene of the Merry Dao disciple beating the Qianjin Dao disciple.

Zhong Zhide's face seemed to have fallen into a fire hole, his anger spread rapidly, and he was about to ignite his eyebrows, he turned his head to look at the dean and the elders, and saw that the high-level officials had nothing to say.

The most dramatic scene in the history of these ten martial arts was transmitted to the entire solar system through light and sound signals.

Only one person's anger broke through the sky:

"Songming, you're dead!"

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