Chapter 631 Cannon fodder will always be cannon fodder
Wu Huai's footsteps were neither light nor heavy, but there was a constant rhythm as they landed on the stairs.
Boom, boom, boom...
The students near the stairs on the second floor put down their spoons and chopsticks and turned to look.
Wearing black casual clothes, a white shirt, and dark trousers, Wu Huai walked to the second floor with a cold and calm expression.
Standing 187cm tall and burly and strong, Wu Huai said nothing, but his aura was inexplicably strong.
The students who knew Wu Huai chose to keep their heads down and continue eating, but their ears perked up.
There are more than ten people from the fighting club, and this posture is not right.
The ignorant freshmen looked at this group of people curiously, while some girls secretly looked at Wu Huai, paying special attention to his strong and well-proportioned body.
It's a pity that Wu Huai is not here to pick up girls. As the heir of the Nanling Wu family, he is far more interested in martial arts and career than women, so he directly ignores the sight of those girls.
His eyes glanced around and landed on the window, and Wu Huai's right eyebrow raised slightly.
Then, he put his hands in his pockets and walked to the dining table with the fourteen people behind him.
Stand still.
The crowd naturally dispersed and surrounded the circle of people.
The atmosphere is still silent, but the sense of oppression is even heavier.
Lu Ze raised his eyelids and happened to see three people looking at him similarly.
He smiled softly, and this smile alone dispelled most of the solemn atmosphere, "Are you full?"
"Yeah." The two nodded and Yan Zhang blinked.
A sarcastic laugh sounded softly.
Wu Huai looked at the group of freshmen who had not lost their childishness, and finally fell on the indifferent face with fine scars, "Are you Yan Zhang?"
There was no deliberate condescension, no frivolous attitude, just a plain inquiry.
Wang Xinxing and Gao Yue felt like they were facing a formidable enemy.
Yan Zhang raised his eyelids indifferently, and the aura like a ferocious beast spread out.
Lu Ze turned to Wu Huai and others. He didn't seem to hear these words. He methodically scooped up a spoonful of rice dumplings and chewed them slowly.
Wu Huai nodded, not surprised by the ferocious aura exuded by Yan Zhang, and commented lightly: "The aura is good, no wonder~"
As for why it's no wonder, you don't need to say it directly, you will understand it naturally.
"I am Wu Huai from the fighting club. Zuo Dong was sent to the infirmary because his skills are inferior to others."
"But he was recruited by me. Everything is about inheritance. The fighting club also pays attention to face."
"How about today, how about I teach you how to fight? Come with me?"
Wu Huai chuckled lightly. Although it was a question, his tone was unquestionable.
Yan Zhang raised his head, the fierce light in his eyes was suppressed, and he stared at Wu Huai without saying a word.
Wang Xinxing and Gao Yue stood up at the same time with a look in their eyes.
Although Gao Yue is the weakest in dormitory 214, in terms of momentum, he has never conquered anyone except Lu Ze.
In his hometown of Syracuse, group fights are commonplace, and the momentum cannot be lost.
"Who are you pretending to be?"
Gao Yue's words were not polite. A boy standing next to him was very angry. Seeing this rude boy, he narrowed his eyes and slapped him coldly.
"Is President Wu talking to you?"
The palm wind is majestic and the strength is astonishing. It is enough to qualitatively crush Gao Yue, who only has four-star strength.
Once it hits, I'm afraid it will be blown away directly on the spot.
Whoosh——
A black shadow suddenly flashed past.
The boy's palm was suddenly thrown away, causing his whole body to spin twice.
Wu Huai's pupils flashed a little. He saw the spoon thrown by Lu Ze, but he did not stop it.
As the vice-president of the Fighting Club and the heir to the Nanling Witch Family, he still has some courage. Although Lu Ze strikes quickly, he is not unstoppable.
The only reason why he didn't take action was that it was rumored that Lu Ze had forced Qiu Yi, the disciplinary team member, to retreat last night. Before further confirmation, Wu Huai did not plan to take action rashly.
On the other hand, Lu Ze didn't really care what the people around him thought. He just took a napkin and wiped his mouth, then looked at the tall boy who was covering his wrists with fearful eyes.
Lu Ze didn't seem to notice the dozen or so stern looks from around him. Instead, he slightly curled up the corner of his mouth in an indifferent arc, moved his chin slightly towards the stairs for half a centimeter, and softly spat out a word.
"roll."
There was an uproar at the scene.
The students on the second floor listened carefully to all this and almost bit the spoon in pieces.
The boy with red and swollen wrists was called Xiong Bin. At this moment, his face turned blue and white, and finally turned into shame and anger.
He was a dignified third-year student and a senior member of the fighting club, but he was actually publicly insulted by a freshman who was still in military training.
If this spreads out, where will he put Xiong Bin's face?
"I don't know how high the sky is, but you freshmen are pretending to be crazy!" Xiong Bin finally got so angry that he cursed out loud.
With this curse, the atmosphere on the second floor instantly became cold.
Everyone's eyes instantly fell on Lu Ze over there.
It was this boy who just threw a spoon and knocked Xiong Bin's hand away.
Now……
Before Lu Ze could take action.
A silent figure suddenly turned around, twisted his right hand into a fist, and with the air flowing between his fingers, he twisted his body and made a heart-wrenching strike.
The punches are fierce and all done in one go.
Xiong Bin's eyeballs were instantly bloodshot, and his whole body was blown away. He fell to the ground and couldn't breathe for a moment.
"Grass!"
Immediately, the dozen or so veterans of the fighting club quit.
Snapped!
Another sound of arms clapping sounded.
The old students who were about to take action suddenly stopped because they saw Wu Huai's right fist being held in mid-air by Lu Ze.
Lu Ze also looked at the direction in which Xiong Bin flew out and said calmly:
"It's not good for a large number of people to bully a small number of people."
Wu Huai's face turned cold. He finally felt Lu Ze's power and that he was a tough opponent.
but……
This is no longer the era of pure martial arts.
"What if I insist that the more people bully the less people?"
Lu Ze grinned and said nothing.
Because, at this moment, crashing sounds sounded from all around.
On the second floor, in every corner, figures stood up one after another.
Including Lu Ze, no more, no less, forty people.
Shao Yixiu, Che Yunhu and others looked at him indifferently. Although they and Lu Ze couldn't pee in the same pot, there was no discussion on team unity.
"You can try it."
Shao Yixiu, who was quite handsome but looked a little tired at this moment, spoke.
Seeing these people, the expressions of a dozen old students from the fighting club changed slightly, but Wu Huai curled his lips instead.
"Is this your confidence? But in my opinion, you are all chickens and dogs."
Wu Huai looked at Lu Ze, "You can take action, but if you can protect them for a while, can you protect them for a lifetime?"
"Without true experience, those who are in the cannon fodder group will always be cannon fodder."
The entire combat reserve class members were not moved by these words.
The atmosphere was tense.
The smile on Lu Ze's face became even bigger, "Oh, what do you think?"
"A lesson? You know nothing about true power."
Wu Huai's gaze was a little deep for a moment. He withdrew his punching arm, and his gaze passed over Lu Ze and landed on Yan Zhang's face.
"Super release, go all out, do you dare to challenge?"
