Chapter Twenty-Three: Zhanfeng's Fist
Standing on the martial arts platform, the Su side showed a cautious look, feeling like he was afraid that he would lose the eight hundred contribution points, and he was a little at a loss.
Zhan Feng glanced at Su Fang with disdain, and with an arrogant tone in his mouth, he said: "For the sake of your freshman's face, I'll let you make one move, no, I'll let you make three moves first, how about it?"
Su Fang suddenly stood up straight, and said in a firm voice: "No, I want to compete in a dignified and honest way, and ask the seniors to teach me." ”。
Zhan Feng muttered silently: "I don't think I can do it." ”。
The two didn't say anything more, the atmosphere suddenly became tense, the freshmen or second-year students in the audience were whispering, the second-year students looked at Su Fang, as if they had seen the end of Su Fang's fall to the ground, one by one and two showed mocking faces, many people who were familiar with Zhanfeng, one by one, were a little envious of Zhanfeng, and the challenge of fighting with Su Fang was really a good errand in their opinion, not only to get 800 contribution points for no reason, but also to get Brother Sun's appreciation. Although it may have a bad reputation for bullying new students, the contribution points of Bai De and the remuneration of the deacon of the Southern Summit are enough for them to pay for it.
Zhan Feng and the Lingwu Tianyuan of his own land system, for the challenge of fighting with the Soviet side, Zhan Feng's decision is to fight quickly, and if he has to bear the reputation of bullying the new students, then it is better to win with a strong attitude, and he can also save some reputation. In addition, he did not force the Soviet side, it was the Soviet side that agreed to accept the challenge, thinking of this, Zhan Feng suddenly launched an attack, a layer of gray light loomed on his body, and the speed of the forward rush was particularly fast, and he rushed in front of the Soviet side in an instant, raised his right fist, and was about to swing it.
Seeing that Zhanfeng's attack was approaching, through the airflow generated by Zhanfeng's fist, Su Fang was able to deduce that Zhanfeng's punch was stronger than Xin Shuiwei's attack, but it was far worse than Long Kun's attack. Long Kun Yan couldn't shake Su Fang's body in the state of the spirit battle body, not to mention that Zhan Feng only had a blow with spiritual power.
Su Fang stood motionless, looking stupid, and Zhanfeng, who was swinging his fist, thought to himself that someone like Su Fang also needed to do it himself. Zhan Feng could think that the Su side would be very weak, but he didn't expect that the weakness would be so thorough, and he was so scared that he couldn't even defend it, it was simply an insult to the signboard of the Tianlong Academy, and Zhan Feng was even sarcastic that the academy was really lonely, and even the Su side was recruited for this kind of goodness.
Zhanfeng's thoughts, but it is said that most of the second-year students are thinking, even Zhang Shengyi, who is hiding in the second-year academy, and several third-year students, are a little puzzled why Brother Sun would let himself and others find trouble with the Su side, this kind of small role is simply not on the stage, they feel that letting them do it is insulting them, fortunately, this errand was taken away by Zhanfeng, otherwise he and others would be depressed for a long time even if they won, it is really unchallenging.
Zhanfeng's right fist tore through the air, producing a piercing sound of airflow, and instead of attacking Su Fang's face, he accurately turned into a point and pointed it on Su Fang's left chest.
A bang burst out from Zhanfeng's fist and Su Fang's left chest, and when he heard this loud bang, all the second and third grade students looked at Su Fang, ready to watch Su Fang's figure being beaten away, and there was a wonderful collision sound with the protective shield of the martial arts platform.
One-second, two-second, three-second,...... , ten seconds. The students secretly counted the seconds, but found that ten seconds had passed, and Su Fang was still standing in place, while Zhan Feng was also standing there in the same state, and Zhan Feng's right fist was still in the position of Su Fang's left chest at the moment. After all, it was a student of Tianlong Academy who could be promoted to the second and third grades, and many people saw the clue from Zhanfeng's expression. They found that at this time, Zhanfeng's face was a little blue, and he stood there, as if sweat was running down his head.
After a few more seconds, Zhan Feng took a deep breath, a little too much force just now, and under the effect of the countershock, Zhan Feng's right fist was already a little contusive. Fortunately, it was a blow with the spiritual power of his own land just now, otherwise his right fist might be scrapped at that moment, and it would take at least ten days and half a month to recover. Gently turning his right wrist a few times, Zhan Feng put away his fist, turned around and slowly walked in the direction of his back to Su Fang, until he returned to the starting position, he turned his body and faced Su Fang again.
This time, Zhan Feng put away his contempt, he didn't feel any spiritual power or magic from Su Fang just now, which proves that Su Fang completely relied on the strength of his body to resist his own fist with his own earth spiritual power, and Zhan Feng used seven points of force to punch just now, but he couldn't make Su Fang make any response, not to mention whether Su Fang's strength was really so terrifying, the physical strength alone was beyond Zhanfeng's imagination.
Zhan Feng glanced at Su Fang deeply, and said in a low voice: "Not bad, boy, his body is quite strong." ”。
"What do you mean, why did the senior say that? ”。 Su Fang asked ignorantly.
Zhan Feng groaned slightly and said, "If you don't fight back, take my punch, isn't it enough to show that your body is very strong?"
"Huh, what? Senior means that you attacked me just now?". Su Fang's mouth opened wide in surprise.
Zhan Feng asked rhetorically, "What do you think?"
Su Fang scratched his scalp and said with some embarrassment: "I thought the senior would tickle me." ”。
Listening to Su Fang's words, Zhan Feng felt a little hot on his face, if Zhan Feng couldn't hear the deep meaning of Su Fang's words now, then Zhan Feng would not have been promoted to the second grade smoothly. Through Su Fang's performance before the challenge, and now after bearing his own punch, he can still stand there and pretend to be stupid, Zhan Feng knew that Su Fang was not an easy character to deal with, put away his contempt, and Zhan Feng decided to take it seriously.
Zhan Feng shouted in a low voice: "Make a move, let me see what is unique about you, a first-year freshman." ”。 Zhan Feng didn't say the next words, Zhan Feng wanted to see what was on the Soviet side that could make Brother Sun and others value it so much, and he also wanted to make trouble for the Soviet side.
Su Fang didn't make any response, but still stood there stunned, looking at Zhan Feng with a harmless expression, and didn't show any desire to make a move.
The corners of Zhanfeng's mouth slowly hooked an arc, and he secretly thought in his heart, "Since you don't make a move, then I will force you to respond." ’。 Zhanfeng's spiritual power is running, a layer of gray light on the surface of his body is gradually deepening, and the gray airflow surrounds Zhanfeng's body, which looks like he is wearing a gray liquid armor for Zhanfeng, with Zhanfeng's healthy muscles, the whole person is indescribably powerful and upright.