When the disciples of the Xingwu Hall saw their master's serious injury, they all rushed toward Mao Sicong with murderous intent.

"What's going on? Your gym leader was defeated by me, and you want to seek revenge from me."

Mao Sicong looked calm and clicked his tongue: "Your martial arts gym cannot afford to lose. If this is spread among the onlookers here, the reputation of your martial arts gym will be ruined."

"You all... stop... your hands."

Hai Xuesong spoke intermittently and shouted weakly.

When the Xingwu Hall disciples heard the hall master's words, they retreated to Hai Xuesong's side with great reluctance.

"Since I...lost, I can't cheat..."

The disciples couldn't help but feel sad when they saw the master in such a miserable state. Their red eyes showed their inner unrest and hatred for Mao Sicong.

"Look, look, your host is so courageous."

Mao Sicong clapped his hands and looked at the excited disciples aside: "You also have to learn from the master of the sea hall, you know?"

The disciples of Master Sicong suddenly stopped smiling and turned serious.

"I wonder what the gym leader wants us to learn? Is the gym master vomiting blood and still struggling to speak?"

"That's definitely not the case. I think the owner wants us to imitate the owner of the sea hall who fell off the stage and almost ate shit."

"What are you all thinking? What we should learn from the most is that the aquarium owner is so stupid that he doesn't know the heights of the world." #@$&

After speaking, the serious expressions on their faces disappeared, and instead they laughed wildly, and the laughter continued to echo in the small square.

"Shut up," Mao Sicong shouted.

The disciples were so frightened that they quickly covered their mouths and did not dare to breathe.

"I have to criticize you."

Mao Sicong jumped down from the ring, with a straight face, he patted his disciple on the shoulder: "But what you said is right, I can't refute it for a while."%&(&

"Hahaha!!!"

"Hahaha!!!"

He burst out laughing. Now that Hai Xuesong was defeated, it was too late for him to be happy. How could he talk about his disciples?

When Mao Sicong smiled like this, the disciples were also inspired, and the waves of laughter passed through the small square and reached the ears of passers-by on the street.

The disciples of the Xingwu Hall originally felt a little better when they saw Mao Sicong trying to reprimand the disciples, but Mao Sicong humiliated them in this way, making them furious.

The audience who just said that Hai Xuesong was not good now raised their heads arrogantly, glanced at Shi Huaiyi with a vague look in their eyes, and said sarcastically:

"What am I talking about? I said that Hai Xuesong is not good. How about it? Let's reveal the result now."

"Yeah, I don't know which idiot just said that Hai Xuesong could win."

Shi Huaiyi covered the left side of his face with his hand, looked at Li Fei with a grimace, "Brother Fei, I obviously think Shi Huaiyi is going to win, why did he lose?"

"It's very simple. The palm that Hai Xuesong injured Mao Sicong just now used less than half of his physical strength, and Mao Sicong has plenty of physical strength. As time goes by, Hai Xuesong will definitely be defeated."

Li Fei secretly sighed in his heart, this Hai Xuesong was not as strong as Mao Sicong. He insisted on a duel for the sake of face. As a result, Mao Sicong became aggressive and proposed a bet, which made it even worse for him. In the end, he ended up being unable to participate in the martial arts competition. Why bother.

"So that's what happened. No wonder Brother Fei said that Hai Xuesong would lose." Shi Huaiyi sighed longly and looked at Shi Huaiyi: "Looking at this posture, Shi Huaiyi was seriously injured."

Li Fei felt that there was no point in staying here. If he joined the Xingwu Hall, he would not be able to participate in the martial arts competition, so he might as well leave. He turned around and saw a set of Xingwu Hall clothes behind him.

He figured it out in an instant, picked up his uniform and walked to the bathroom.

"Hey, Brother Fei, let's go. It's useless for you to look for Hai Xuesong now. Let's go check out other martial arts schools."

Shi Huaiyi turned around again, but there was no sign of Li Fei. He looked around, but still couldn't see him. He muttered, "Where is Brother Fei? He's gone, right?"

"Okay, I'm leaving too."

He got up and walked towards the outside of the martial arts hall. When passing by the toilet, a disciple from the Xingwu Hall happened to walk out of the toilet, and he bumped into that disciple.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

Shi Huaiyi hurriedly apologized. When he saw the person's face clearly, he was stunned: "Brother Fei, it's you."

He pointed at Li Fei's Xingwu Hall uniform, with a puzzled face: "No, why are you wearing Xingwu Hall clothes?"

"Brother Fei, I will put on a good show for you. Just go back to your seat and watch."

Li Fei smiled slyly, waved his hand, added a beard to his upper lip, and placed a few fake moles on his face, and then strode towards Hai Xuesong.

"Brother Fei, what are you doing? Why am I confused?" Shi Huaiyi was puzzled, but he still returned to his seat and quietly waited for Fei's performance.

Hai Xuesong was helped up by Xin Anliang, and he kept coughing blood.

"Ahem, Master Mao, don't worry. I will keep my promise and not participate in this year's martial arts competition. You injured me and regained my face. Please leave."

Mao Sicong showed a sarcastic smile: "You are such a rubbish martial arts gym, and the owner of this gym is too lazy to wait for you."

He waved to his disciples: "Let's go."

Seemingly thinking of something, he smiled and said: "By the way, if your martial arts school can't open in the future, remember to find me."

"Don't worry, these stinky fish and rotten shrimps in your martial arts studio don't need to leave. They will work in my martial arts studio and I will reward them with a bite of food."

The disciples of Sicong Martial Arts School burst into laughter again.

"Send off guests, cough cough cough."

Hai Xuesong's cough worsened, obviously because he was angry at Mao Sicong's words.

"Master Mao, what you said is wrong. Our Xingwu Hall is a big hall. Why are the disciples so rotten? I think the rotten people should be your disciples." A loud voice came from far away.
Chapter completed!