In the venue.

Tan Shumo felt anxious and stood in front of Feng Ji.

The distance between the two is no more than three meters.

Everyone's eyes were focused, and they had already anticipated the result.

Shu Anxi felt a little uneasy in her heart. She didn't really want to see Tan Shumo get seriously injured. Speaking of which, Tan Shumo even treated her to several meals, which looked good.

Wang Hao frowned slightly, leaned forward slightly, took a small step back with his right foot, and made a pounce. This subtle little detail could at least allow him to rush forward when Tan Shumo was knocked away by Feng Ji's punch.

Go out so that Tan Shumo can be followed to prevent him from suffering more secondary injuries.

"Don't be so nervous."

Lin Yi saw Wang Hao's actions and shook his head.

Wang Hao glanced at Lin Yi and nodded without saying a word, but his movements did not change at all.

Come to think of it, I didn't want to watch Tan Shumo get punched to death.

"Come on, let me see how powerful your fist is!"

Feng Ji stood still and laughed wildly. He strode forward, put his right foot on the ground and exerted force.

The whole person jumped up and rushed towards Tan Shumo.

At the same time, his right leg swept across the air.

Whip the leg!

This kick is extremely powerful.

The strongest thing is the strength of the feet, not the strength of the fists.

Feng Ji planned to kill Tan Shumo with one blow, not to kick Tan Shumo to death, but to knock him unconscious was more than enough.

"Fuck!"

"This kid is so cold!"

"He actually went straight to the whip!"

Seeing this scene, the expressions of several old students changed.

People around seemed to be able to hear the sound of wind caused by Feng Ji's kick.

The sound was subtle and shocking.

"Hide quickly!"

Shu Anxi's expression changed and he shouted subconsciously.

She couldn't help but feel even more resentful towards Lin Yi in her heart.

This boy clearly pushed Tan Shumo into the fire pit!

"Oh my god!"

Tan Shumo saw Feng Ji's whip legs getting closer and closer in mid-air.

The air stirred up by him was carrying a fierce wind, hitting Tan Shumo's face.

His mind went blank, but suddenly he remembered Lin Yi's words asking him to punch out with his right fist.

"Death is death!"

Tan Shumo broke the jar and fell, his legs and feet were trembling, and the distance was too close, so he had no time to dodge, so he simply clenched his right fist to meet Feng Ji's whip kick.

"are you crazy!"

"Isn't he planning to fight with his fists?"

"Which dormitory and major is this person from? Stay away from him in the future, he is just a fool."

Others just shook their heads.

Some girls have subconsciously closed their eyes, unable to bear to look.

"It will be your turn later."

Before the dust had settled, Jin Siying had already shifted her gaze and looked at Lin Yi.

Her eyes were particularly cold.

Just a breather.

"Fuck!"

"Flying?"

"What the hell!"

Below, exclamations sounded one after another.

Jin Siying's heart skipped a beat, feeling strange for no reason, and she subconsciously quickly turned her head to look there.

Then he saw Feng Ji draw an arc in mid-air and suddenly hit the ground.

"ah!"

Feng Ji let out a cry of pain.

He was covering his right leg with one hand and rolling on the ground. He looked seriously injured.

On the other hand, Tan Shumo was still standing there with his eyes closed, and kept pumping out his fist.

"I...I won?"

Tan Shumo thought he would be kicked away, and was even ready to fly out.

I never thought there would be no pain.

When he opened his eyes, he was startled by Feng Ji lying in front of him, looking in great pain, and he was still a little unbelievable.

"So my fist is so strong? Why didn't I notice it before?"

Talking about Shu Mo was a bit exciting.

The way the people around him looked at him had changed.

"This person must be a monster."

"It's awesome. I broke Feng Ji's whip legs with one punch, and even knocked others away!"

"Are they hidden martial arts masters? I heard that some people have been practicing martial arts since childhood, but they usually look like ordinary people."

There was a lot of discussion around.

Everyone looked at Tan Shumo with particularly complicated eyes.

"You... actually won?"

Shu Anxi understands Feng Ji's power and strength.

At this moment, she looked at the book and ink standing there, intact, as if she had seen a ghost.

Her eyes widened in disbelief.

"Don't pretend to be cool. If you pretend to be cool, you will be struck by lightning. If you act arrogantly next time, I will punch you to death!"

Tan Shumo gathered his mood, struck a pose, smoothed his hair, and raised his middle finger towards Feng Ji on the ground.

"You boy!"

Tan Shumo's behavior aroused the disgust of the members of the Sanda Club.

They were all furious and wanted to step forward.

"Passed the assessment, qualified."

On the second floor, Jin Siying frowned, but finally spoke: "Have someone send Feng Ji to the hospital."

She spoke.

Immediately, someone helped Feng Ji to leave.

Before leaving, Feng Ji looked at Tan Shumo with eyes full of resentment.

"Damn it, I really fucking won!"

Tan Shumo returned to his seat and looked at Lin Yi, his face full of excitement.

"He is too weak."

Lin Yi nodded.

Such words once again made the atmosphere in the entire venue tense.

"Then I will be responsible for your assessment next."

Jin Siying spoke at this moment.

As soon as her voice came out, she placed one hand on the guardrail in front of her, exerted force with her palm, and suddenly she crossed the guardrail on the second floor. After flipping 360 degrees in mid-air, she landed firmly on the ground.
To be continued...