He turned slightly to one side, retracted his legs, and kicked her in the stomach with great force. With a muffled thud, he kicked her into the arms of the boy behind her.
There weren't a lot of weapons in the corridor, but there were some that were useful. I turned around, ran back two steps, and picked up the small hammer that the teacher had used to repair the table.
Several people saw me running, and they chased me and kicked me. I turned around and mercilessly knocked the foot of a man I kicked hard, causing the man to scream and kneel down in pain...
Then he extended his foot and kicked him hard on the nose. The male student was kicked to the ground on his back, and his nose was bleeding profusely!
I raised my leg, strode in, stepped on the ugly face that everyone hated, and crushed it with all my strength. I lowered my head slightly, and I was carrying a small hammer to calculate the angle and strength.
Well, group fights are really commonplace. With my strange combination of parents and my arrogant personality, growing up, if I hadn't been better at it, I would have been beaten to death!
When it comes to group fights, there are only three words: fast, accurate, and ruthless!
For example, if a group of people wanted to fight around me, and my skills were not as good as Bruce Lee's, I would inevitably receive a few severe punches.
There is only one way to escape unscathed. Find a person, hit him hard, until all the onlookers are frightened, and all the bystanders dare not take action.
"You!" The girl stared at me in surprise. Several students on the side took a few steps back and did not dare to approach. There was also a man on the ground who was crying and wiping his tears, as if someone in his family had died.
Damn, do these new people in the first year of high school think that this kind of rubbish school is because I am a disabled person, so no one dares to touch me? They didn't ask, their eldest son was raped when he was in elementary school. I tidied it up nicely.
But after I entered junior high school, I rarely had the chance to take action in school. Of course, if I did it occasionally, the teacher would be alerted, and I was detained for tea not once or twice. Maybe it was because I was somewhat confident in my skills, and I was able to suppress others. Let it go, take a look, someone will understand from a distance that I am not a soft persimmon and won't pinch me. People who know me don't dare to mess with me. People who don't know me, I don't pick any trouble.