burst god

Chapter 632 Cannon fodder will always be cannon fodder

Wu Huai's footsteps were neither light nor heavy, but they landed on the stairs with a constant sense of rhythm.

Boom, boom, boom...

The students on the second floor who were near the stairs put down their spoons and chopsticks, and turned their heads to look.

In black casual clothes, white shirt, and black trousers, Wu Huai walked to the second floor with a calm and indifferent expression.

Height 187cm, burly and strong, Wu Huai did not speak, but his aura was inexplicably strong.

The students who knew Wu Huai chose to lower their heads and continue eating, but their ears were pricked up.

More than a dozen people came from the Fighting Club, and this posture was not quite 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 didn't come to pick up girls. As the heir of the Nanling Wu family, he was more interested in martial arts and career than women, so he directly ignored the attention of those girls.

Scanning his eyes, he landed on the window, and Wu Huai raised his right eyebrow slightly.

Then, with his hands in his pockets, he took his time and led the 14 people behind him to the dining table.

Stand still.

The crowd naturally dispersed and surrounded the circle of people.

The still silent atmosphere was doubly oppressive.

Lu Ze raised his eyelids and happened to see three people who looked the same.

He smiled lightly, and just this smile washed away most of the solemn atmosphere, "Are you full?"

"Yeah." The two nodded, and Yan Yan blinked.

A mocking sneer sounded softly.

Wu Huai looked at the group of freshmen who hadn't lost their childishness, and finally landed on the indifferent face with fine scars, "You are Yan Shang?"

There was no deliberate condescension, no frivolous attitude, just a plain inquiry.

Wang Xinxing and Gao Yue are facing a formidable enemy.

Yan Shang raised his eyelids indifferently, and a beast-like aura spread out.

Facing Wu Huai and the others, Lu Ze didn't seem to hear these words, and methodically scooped up a spoonful of fermented glutinous rice balls and chewed them slowly.

Wu Huai nodded, not surprised by the ferocious aura exuded by Yan Shang, and commented lightly: "The momentum is good, no wonder~"

As for why, you don't need to say it directly, you can understand it naturally.

"I am Wu Huai from the fighting club. Zuo Dong was sent to the infirmary because his skills are not as good as others."

"But he was recruited by me. In everything, he pays attention to inheritance. As for the Fighting Club, he also pays attention to face."

"How about today, how about I teach you how to fight? Come with me?"

Wu Huai chuckled, although it was a question, but the tone of it was unquestionable.

Yan Yan raised his head, the fierce light in his eyes was completely suppressed, he stared at Wu Huai without saying a word.

Wang Xinxing and Gao Yue stood up at the same time with a glint in their eyes.

Although Gao Yue's strength is the weakest in the 214 dormitory, he has never convinced anyone except Lu Ze in terms of momentum.

In his hometown of Syracuse, group fights are commonplace, and the momentum is the worst thing to lose.

"If you hit the small one, then the big one, who are you pretending to beep with here?"

Gao Yue's words were not polite, and a boy standing next to him was very angry. Seeing this rude boy, he squinted his eyes and slapped him abruptly.

"Is President Wu talking to you?"

The palm style is majestic and powerful, and it is enough to form a qualitative crush on Gao Yue who only has four-star strength.

Once it hits, I'm afraid it will end up being kicked away on the spot.

whoosh-

A black shadow suddenly flashed past.

The boy's palm was slammed into the air, causing him to spin around twice.

Wu Huai's pupils flashed a little light. He saw the spoon thrown by Lu Ze, but he didn't try to stop it.

As the vice president of the Fighting Club and the heir of the Nanling Wu family, he still has some courage. Although Lu Ze made quick moves, he was not impossible to stop.

The only reason why he didn't make a move was that it was rumored that Lu Ze had forced Qiu Yi from the Disciplinary Team to retreat last night. Before further confirmation, Wu Huai didn't plan to make a rash move.

On the other hand, Lu Ze, he really didn't 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 wrist with apprehensive eyes.

Lu Ze didn't seem to notice the cold gazes from around him, but the corners of his mouth slightly curled into an indifferent arc, his chin slightly moved half a centimeter towards the direction of the stairs, and he spit out a word.

"roll."

There was an uproar.

The students on the second floor listened to all this with pricked up ears and almost bit off the spoon.

The boy with red and swollen wrists was called Xiong Bin, his face turned blue and white at the moment, and finally turned into embarrassment and anger.

He was a dignified third grader, a senior member of the fighting club, who was insulted in public by a freshman who was still in military training.

If word of this spreads, where is Xiong Bin's face going?

"I don't know the heights of the heavens and the depths of the earth, you freshmen, you are pretending to be stupid!" Finally, Xiong Bin became angry, and scolded directly.

With this scolding, the atmosphere on the second floor instantly cooled down.

Everyone's eyes instantly fell on Lu Ze over there.

Just now, this boy threw a spoon and bounced Xiong Bin's hand away.

just now……

Haven't waited for Lu Ze to make a move.

A silent figure turned around abruptly, twisted his right hand into a fist, and with the escaped air between his fingers, he twisted his body and punched out his heart.

The fist is fierce and sharp, and it is done in one go.

Xiong Bin's eyeballs were bloodshot in an instant, and his whole body was blown away, and he fell to the ground and couldn't breathe for a moment.

"Grass!"

Immediately, these ten old students from the fighting club quit.

Snapped!

Another arm strike sounded.

Those veterans who were about to make a move stopped suddenly, because they saw Wu Huai's right fist being held by Lu Ze in mid-air.

Lu Ze also looked at the direction where Xiong Bin flew out, and said calmly:

"It's not good for more people to bully less people."

Wu Huai's face turned cold, he finally felt Lu Ze's strength faintly, it was a stubble.

but……

Now is not the era of pure martial arts.

"What if I want more people to bully fewer people?"

Lu Ze grinned, but did not speak.

Because, at this moment, the sound of clattering sounded from all around.

On the second floor, in every corner, figures stood up one after another.

Plus Lu Ze, no more, no less, 40 people.

Shao Yixiu, Che Yunhu and others looked indifferently. Although they and Lu Ze could not urinate in the same pot, there was no discussion about the unity of the team.

"You can try."

Quite handsome, but at this moment there was a little tiredness between his brows, Shao Yixiu spoke.

Seeing these people, the faces of more than a dozen old students in the Fighting Club changed slightly, but Wu Huai curled his lips instead.

"Is this your confidence? But in my opinion, they 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 forever?"

"Without real experience, the cannon fodder will always be cannon fodder."

The members of the entire combat reserve class were not moved by this sentence.

The atmosphere is tense.

The smile on Lu Ze's face was even wider, "Oh, what can I teach you?"

"Teach? You know nothing about real power."

Wu Huai's gaze was a little deep for a moment, he retracted his punching arm, and his gaze passed over Lu Ze and fell on Yan Shang's face.

"Super power liberation, do your best, dare to fight?"

(End of this chapter)