On the ring, Qin Luo swallowed his saliva and stared nervously at Zhang Shuo, a strong man who was several heads taller than him. In sharp contrast to his fearful expression, Zhang Shuo's face was calm and whistling like playing, and hooked his fingers at Qin Luo. Feeling the joking gazes around him, Qin Luo suddenly felt deeply regretful. Why did he act in a moment of impulse and ask for trouble when he went on stage? With his own means, it would be impossible to defeat Zhang Shuo!

"Hey, boy, do you dare to fight? If you don't dare, go down early and don't delay us watching the show!!!"

Looking at Qin Luo who was timid, the audience shouted in angrily.

"Hmph, boy, if you don't dare, get out quickly, but... As a punishment for challenging me without any worries, you have to kneel down and kowtow to me. As long as you kowtow, I will let you go safely. How about it? This is the best ending for you? Consider it?" Looking at Qin Luo with a look of fear, Zhang Shuo became even more proud and smiled wildly:

"I, I'm not afraid of you. Are you just a big guy? Come on, see how I suck you a stupid guy!!! Come on, come on, come on, idiot!!!!"

Qin Luo, who was flushed by Zhang Shuo's insults, had the courage from nowhere, clenched his fists and roared at Zhang Shuo.

Amid Qin Luo's angry scolding, Zhang Shuo's eyes slowly turned cold, and he repeatedly pinched his finger joints and slowly approached Qin Luo. Looking at Zhang Shuo's expression, Ouyang Jing also laughed, took a sip of tea, shook his head, turned his head and smiled at Zhou Tianfeng:

"No, no, Zhang Shuo is going to get angry. Hello, Brother Tianfeng, you have to be more careful. Zhang Shuo is angry. Even the top 50 strong men dare not fight him head-on. Your little glasses are afraid that you will suffer a little!"

"snort."

Zhou Tianfeng snorted coldly and looked at the stage without saying a word. On the stage, Zhang Shuo had approached Qin Luo. Looking at Zhang Shuo who was constantly approaching, Qin Luo's facial muscles twitched a few times, and suddenly shouted:

"Go to die, bastard!!!"

After saying that, Qin Luo suddenly threw out a few steel needles from his sleeve. Zhang Shuo was shocked and quickly avoided it. Even so, a steel needle still stabbed Zhang Shuo's eyelid without bias. Zhang Shuo screamed, covered his eyes and took a few steps back, suddenly pulled out the bloody steel needle, put it in front of him and looked. Suddenly, an irresistible anger erupted in his heart. In his eyes, Qin Luo was just an ant that could be crushed to death, and now... Qin Luo actually stabbed himself, which made Zhang Shuo, who had excessive self-esteem, fall into anger instantly. He roared to the sky and rushed straight towards Qin Luo...

"!"

Looking at Zhang Shuo who suddenly crushed like a giant tank, Qin Luo finally felt a terror from his heart. He exclaimed and wanted to turn around and escape, but it was too late. Zhang Shuo grabbed Qin Luo's shoulder with a strong hand and pulled Qin Luo back, raised his fist and hit him. With just one punch, Qin Luo made blood spurt in the mouth. The bright red blood rain slowly fell on the white arena like a rain of petals, which was particularly eye-catching...

"!"

Zhou Tianfeng's pupils shrank suddenly, and the teacup in his hand was unconsciously pinched into powder by himself. Looking at Zhou Tianfeng's expression, Ouyang Jing also snorted coldly, and he felt indescribable pleasure in his heart. Today, he was going to slap Zhou Tianfeng in the face, so that Zhou Tianfeng and Dongfang Ruoying, the woman, understood clearly who was the one who had the final say in the middle court!

"Hmph, is this the strength of your North and South Gardens? It's embarrassing! Are you all the people in North and South Gardens dead? Come on, come on, I haven't warmed up yet!" Zhang Shuo held the half-dead Qin Luo in one hand and compared the middle finger to Zhou Tianfeng and Lin Feng with the other hand, looking contemptuous. Under Zhang Shuo's arrogant shouts and scolds, the students in North and South Gardens all drooped their heads with red faces and couldn't raise their heads.

"Haha, Brother Tianfeng, don't be surprised. Zhang Shuo has such a straightforward temper. If you like to tell the truth, don't be surprised." Ouyang Jing smiled slightly, turned his head and smiled at Zhou Tianfeng with a gloomy face.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Tianfeng's face became even colder. To be honest, is this meaning acknowledging that what Zhang Shuo said is true? Is it tolerant, who is intolerable?

"Go to you... Damn. I haven't fallen yet..."

Suddenly, Qin Luo struggled to spit a bloody saliva on Zhang Shuo's face. Zhang Shuo snorted coldly, wiped the saliva on his face, and kicked Qin Luo away. Qin Luo fell heavily on the rubber rope on the edge of the ring, and was bounced back heavily. Zhang Shuo stepped on Qin Luo to the ground with one kick, and sneered:

"Hey, I said just now. You have to kowtow so that I can let you go. Kowtow quickly, hurry up!"

"Bah, I'm dead... I won't kowtow to you!!!" Qin Luo glared at Zhang Shuo fiercely and said coldly.

"Okay, boy is quite strong. I think you can still have strong strength until when. Don't kowtow, right? I'll help you!"

As he said that, Zhang Shuo grabbed Qin Luo's neck proudly and hit the ground hard. Qin Luo held his hands tightly, but he didn't want to lower his head. Looking at Qin Luo who would rather die than bow his head, Zhang Shuo kicked Qin Luo in the abdomen, and Qin Luo spit out a mouthful of blood. This scene made the audience also look at him...

"Ouyang Jing! You are so fucking bullying!!!"

Finally, Zhou Tianfeng couldn't bear it anymore and suddenly stood up, pulled out a narrow and long sword from behind, pointing it at Ouyang Jing and shouting. At the same time, Wang Liang and others behind Ouyang Jing also drew their swords one after another. The scene was filled with swords and swords. Both sides drew their swords toward each other, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense...

"Brother Zhou, calm down. This is an arena. Private fights are not allowed. If private fights are not allowed, they will be expelled from the academy!" Zhang Liqiang grabbed Zhou Tianfeng's shoulder and persuaded.

"Haha, Brother Tianfeng, since you can't afford to lose, just say it earlier. But I'll remind you that private fights are seriously violated the rules of the college. If you insist on private fights, I have to ask the dean to make a decision." Ouyang Jing smiled with a teacup on his face.

"snort."

After hearing the word "dean", Zhou Tianfeng had to put down his knife hatefully. Ouyang Jing put down the teacup and said with a smile:

"Okay, OK, put away the knife, let's continue to enjoy the wonderful fight..."

Seeing Zhou Tianfeng put down his knife, Zhang Shuo was even more proud, grabbed Qin Luo's head and rushed into the ring:

"Come on, admit defeat, admit defeat!"

"No...don't admit defeat..."

"Give me a loss!!!" Zhang Shuo pressed Qin Luo's head almost crazy and rushed to the stage, shouting crazy...

"Dong!!!"

Suddenly, a figure rose from the audience, kicked Zhang Shuo back a few steps, and then fell steadily in front of Qin Luo, sneering:

"Wow, my defeated opponent is very happy. Why, do you want to try it with me?"

"You are!" Zhang Shuo's pupils suddenly shrank.

"Haha, that's right. I'm your nemesis, Huaxialin!!!"
Chapter completed!