"What's wrong, Brother Dong, have you fallen in love with this guy?"
A strong boy wearing fighting shorts and dripping with sweat walked next to him. He glanced at Yan Zhan, who was silent and was swinging the rope quickly with both hands, and asked cheerfully.
Zuo Dong drank up the purple cow in his hand, flattened the tin can and threw it into the trash can. He smiled and said nothing.
He was waiting for the new student to speak.
The Mist Fighting Team is an elite group under the Hurricane Academy Fighting Club. Although it is affiliated with the Fighting Club, all management is independent of the head office.
Zuo Dong is a third-year martial arts student at the Mixed Martial Arts Academy and the leader of the Wudou Group. He is proficient in two level 6 martial arts, Zen Wu Fist and Divine Bird Kick, and has also studied several level 5 martial arts.
Since his first year in the academy, Zuo Dong has stood out in competitions within the academy. By the time he was in his third year, he had already won no less than twenty awards.
It is said that the third-ranked mercenary group of Shencheng Fortress [Longguang] had already sent an invitation to him 2 months ago.
Individual Training Ground No. 7 is Zuo Dong's base camp, and he is quite famous here.
However, the people who knew Zuodong... did not include Yan Zhang.
He has a lot of hair and eyes like a wolf.
Yan Zhang didn't even blink his eyelids, and the sweat swayed in the air as he exerted all his strength again and again, reflecting a crystal luster.
The originally relaxed atmosphere around him began to become quiet.
"Are all freshmen these days so unruly? Haha."
With a sneer, the burly boy in fighting shorts glanced at Zuo Dong, who had a slightly cold gaze, thinking that this would be fun.
Since Zuo Dong still hasn't made any move, he can only resolve this situation by himself.
Shaking his head, the burly boy grabbed a bottle of water from the side and squeezed it hard. 500ml of water was instantly squeezed into his throat. The burly boy wiped the corners of his mouth and took a step forward.
"Hey, new guy, Brother Dong asked you something, didn't you hear it?"
If Du Yang only said this, Yan Zhang still wouldn't have any reaction.
But after Du Yang said that, he reached out and patted Yan Shan's shoulder directly.
Snapped!
I saw the rope raised ten meters away, and when it reached its highest point, it made a sudden explosion.
Du Yang's right hand suddenly stopped when it was still 5 centimeters away from Yan Shan's right shoulder.
A hand covered with scars grasped Du Yang's wrist tightly at some point, and the force was so strong that Du Yang's thick wrist turned a little white.
Yan Zhang looked back expressionlessly, staring at Du Yang, who was half a head taller than him, and said seriously: "Don't disturb me."
Du Yang was stunned. He never expected that this old-fashioned freshman would dare to directly stop him at the No. 7 individual training ground.
Yan Zhang looked at Du Yang and was stunned for two seconds, then let go of his hand.
Although Yan Zhang is not used to coming from the wilderness and dense forests to the metropolis, he is still working hard to adapt to this environment.
For example, classmates in the academy cannot take action casually like they do with fog creatures.
[Self-denial].
This is the first principle Yan Zhang has set for himself.
However, after he let go of his hand, Du Yang, who came back to his senses, didn't think so!
Zuo Dong's half-smiling eyes immediately made Du Yang's blood surge.
This is the No. 7 training ground, the activity area of their fog fighting team.
Especially the training area A from 6pm to 9pm, who didn’t know it was the exclusive area for the fog bucket team.
And now, he, Du Yang, had been humiliated by a newbie in his own territory, and he could even feel the mocking glances coming from all around.
The rest of the Wogou group all chose to watch.
After all, if they directly attack a new student, they will slap Du Yang in the face.
"Freshman, didn't your parents teach you to respect your seniors?"
Du Yang twisted his neck, and his cervical vertebrae made a crisp sound.
Yan Zhang turned his head sharply, his eyeballs were bloodshot, and his fierce eyes contained undisguised murderous intent!
"Can you say that again."
Yan Zhang's voice was very calm, and underneath the calmness was a bone-chilling coldness.
He grew up in an orphanage without a father or mother. Just last year, even the director of the orphanage who cared for him the most when he was a child died of illness.
Parents, this word is strictly taboo!
Du Yang's heart froze, and even the people around him stopped breathing after seeing that fierce look.
What a fierce boy!
But it was this ferocity that directly aroused Du Yang's anger.
Du Yang sneered and looked cold, "Today, senior, I will teach you what the rules are. Who do you think you are if you act like you in front of us?"
"I asked, didn't your parents teach you to respect your seniors?"
After the words fell, Du Yang's palm suddenly penetrated the air like a bayonet, bringing with it an afterimage.
Level 6 martial skill, [Wind Knife Wraps Hands], cuts the wind like a knife.
This technique is a rather unpopular martial art in Hurricane Academy because it requires extremely high strength and also requires the body to be super flexible.
Therefore, only students who have practiced genetic martial arts since childhood are truly suitable for this technique.
Cultivation is not easy, but once it is completed, it is extremely lethal.
Whether it's a warrior fighting or controlling a fighter mecha, this explosive martial skill makes people extremely fearful.
The rest of the people watched with arms folded, as if they were having fun.
It was a pity for Zuo Dong that it was rare to see a fairly good seedling.
However, if he had to choose between the freshmen and Du Yang, he would still choose Du Yang. After all, by the time the freshmen have been trained to become talents, they will have graduated long ago.
Squeak——
There was a heart-wrenching sound.
Zuo Dong, who looked relaxed, had a sharp look in his eyes.
The pupils of the members of the Fog Dou team who gathered around him shrank at the same time.
I saw the freshman with rough skin, his feet spread forward and backward, and the military training rubber shoes made of ordinary materials rubbed a white mark on the ground.
The squeaking sound just now is caused by the friction between the tendons and the floor.
Du Yang's stabbed right palm was firmly squeezed in the air by two joined palms.
Yan Zhang raised his drooped head, and finally couldn't suppress the wildness in his eyes. A hoarse voice came out from deep in his throat, like a wild beast roaring: "You are looking for death..."
"I belong to CNM!" Du Yang became angry from embarrassment. As his arm exerted force, he jerked his palm back. When his elbow was bent, a circle of white mist appeared, and then he pushed forward hard!
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! With this blow, Du Yang carried his body with his hand, and his entire arm turned into a slender bayonet, which was unsheathed with white light.
The others' eyes suddenly became horrified. Du Yang's blow was a heavy blow. If it landed on a vital part, it could kill someone with one blow!
"Du Yang!"
Zuo Dong shouted loudly, reminding Du Yang not to kill him.
However, just as he spoke, the white light that turned into Du Yang's arm was still hanging in the air, and a more violent black shadow instantly invaded Du Yang's arms.
Straight punch, folded arm, elbow thrust, all in one go!
A violent and vicious overhead elbow appeared without any warning.
boom!
There was a loud noise.
A wave of air exploded between the two of them.
Du Yang's eyes popped out, and he flew backwards, directly denting the steel frame for abdominal muscle training eight meters away.
There was a pop.
Du Yang slipped softly and fell to his knees slumped on the ground.
He opened his mouth wide and looked in horror at Yan Zhan, who was full of ferocious aura. There was only a whining sound in his throat. The strong sense of suffocation made his eyes go black, and the severe pain made him twitch continuously.
What's going on!
The more than 60 students in the entire No. 7 Individual Soldier Training Ground were stunned.
Directly stir up trouble on the Wogou Team's territory?
Is that boy who is full of evil spirits and wearing military training rubber shoes crazy?
After a brief second, the entire venue was boiling.
Zuo Dong rushed to Du Yang's side. After confirming that Du Yang's life was not in danger, he turned back with ferocious eyes.
"Surround me!"
"Xinsheng, I don't know where you got the courage to take action on my territory, but I know that you will definitely leave here today!"
Zuo Dong crossed his arms and opened them with his backhand. A wave of air surged around his body, and a strange and meditative posture was frozen for a moment.
Then Zuo Dong moved forward like lightning, twisting out the edge of his fist, drawing an arc and hitting Yan Zhang's shoulder socket directly.
Sixth-level martial arts: Zen Wuquan!
Mastery level!
20 years old, 6-star peak genetic warrior!
All these labels stacked together are the leader of the elite fog fighting group of the Hurricane Fighting Club—Zuo Dong!
It's too late, it's too late.
Yan Zhang actually made a leaping posture like a wolf, with his hands on the ground, and his legs and knees bent as if he was about to touch the ground.
But when he contracted to the limit, his arms burst out with terrifying power, pressing the ground into two shallow depressions.
The whole person is like a spring that has been compressed to the extreme and pops out in the opposite direction.
The legs twisted upwards backwards and collided accurately with Zuo Dong's [Zen Ding Fist].
boom!
An invisible wave of air swayed vertically.
Yan Zhang turned over and landed on the ground, and Zuo Dong's arm sleeves exploded instantly. Not only was his movement blocked, he was even kicked back one meter forcibly!
Zuo Dong landed on the ground and took two wrong steps with his feet. The aftermath directly shook the dumbbells on the ground around him by a full 5 centimeters.
The entire fog bucket team members were shocked.
What's even more frightening is that they didn't even have time to appreciate the battle just now.
The new student with scars all over his body had pounced on him again like a mad wolf.
Jumping high, Zuodong appeared with a mysterious divine bird kick in the sky, and his body twisted and crossed in an instant, leaping back at a faster speed.
Zuo Dong shouldered his belt, turned around and punched, and was about to deliver.
But a scene that shocked everyone even more occurred.
Yan Zhang, who seemed to be about to fall behind Zuo Dong due to his long jump, was still in mid-air when he strangely stretched his legs backwards, hooked Zuo Dong's head with his feet, and jerked him backwards.
Everyone's scalps were numb. Zuo Dong was caught off guard and was violently pulled back!
Yan Zhang used his astonishing waist strength to use the slightest support from his feet to slow down his body's fall by twice as long.
So 0.2 seconds later, when the two people were about to pass each other in parallel postures, Yan Zhang's five fingers of his right hand were spread wide and he pressed down violently.
boom!
Zuo Dong was hit from mid-air to the ground.
Even though Zuo Dong had the physical strength of a 6-star peak warrior, this move still caused blood to flow from the corner of his mouth!
The shame and anger in my heart was far greater than the pain in my body.
He was the dignified leader of the elite fighting club, but he was betrayed by a wild man.
"I'll kill you!"
Zuo Dong clapped with one hand, and his whole body spun and bounced off the ground.
The tyrannical momentum is no longer reserved.
However, what greeted him in his field of vision was a pair of scarlet eyes.
Yan Zhang intertwined his fingers into fists and raised them high, but he didn't know when he would fly again!
