He's War God

Han Yichen's squinted eyes opened, revealing a frosty look. It was clear that he was truly angry.

"Then, senior, please enlighten me!"

The two of them got into a fighting stance, and the girls outside the field shouted excitedly once again.

"Ang Zihao! Ang Zihao! "

"Han Yichen!" "Han Yichen!"

"..."

"Brother Feng, our luck is really good!" Brother Feng, our luck is really good.

"Mm, it's been hard on you." Shen Qingfeng nodded his head, which could be considered as an indication.

Hearing those words, Zhao Wenbo was overjoyed. He knew that he wouldn't need to worry about the other party taking revenge on him in the future.

At this time, the two people in the arena made initial contact. Their fists and feet intersected and a huge vibration was produced in the air, attracting everyone's attention.

"Hey, idiot! Which one of them do you think will win? " Jiang Muwan pulled Shen Qingfeng's arm and asked.

Shen Qingfeng rubbed his nose, indicating that he did not know anything.

Originally, he was an unknown, and had never interacted with people like Ang Zihao.

These two were not cultivators; he was unable to tell which was the stronger one with a single glance.

"Let's take a look first!"

Shen Qingfeng's big hands pressed down, messing up the girl's hair, causing his to roll his eyes.

Free fighting is a kind of western free hand combat, which has no pattern, no sect, emphasizes personality style, and takes actual battle to win as the main point.

Its moves are compatible with Chinese martial arts, karate, Japanese judo and kendo, Korean taekwondo, Thai boxing, and Western boxing and wrestling.

"Ha!"

Han Yichen let out a sigh as all the muscles in his body bulged, and he sent out a punch as if all the strength in his body had been gathered on it.

It was followed by another ferocious kick. If not for him pulling back his strength, the wooden floor under his feet would have been crushed!

In the face of such a crazy attack, Ang Zihao's performance was much more timid.

He continuously retreated and relied on his positioning to dissolve the opponent's attack, trying his best to avoid a head-on clash. There were several times where he barely dodged, making him look a little miserable.

However, his battle experience was more abundant, so he didn't see any signs of him being defeated at the moment.

Shen Qingfeng looked at it for a while, and then noticed some clues, and was slightly surprised.

He realized that Ang Zihao was actually concealing his strength, and on the surface, he did not display his full strength.

If he just barely dodged his opponent's attack, it could be attributed to luck, but every time he dodged it, it was just too terrifying.

This meant that Ang Zihao did not put his opponent in his eyes, this competition, was just child's play to him!

It was no wonder he was called the Halo Martial God. His true strength should have reached the edge of the hidden force and he was able to perfectly control his fist power. He only used fifty percent of his strength to fight evenly with Han Yichen!

In the mortal world, an expert of the hidden strength realm was considered well-qualified. Before Xu Zhenguo took the Cyan Yuan Pill to break through, his cultivation was only at the peak of the hidden strength realm.

Who would have thought that even a taekwondo hall would have an existence close to the power of the hidden forces. Halo high school was indeed a crouching tiger and hidden dragon!

"That Han Yichen is about to lose." Shen Qingfeng suddenly said.

Jiang Muwan blinked her eyes. She felt that Han Yi Chen's attack was obviously fiercer, why would he lose?

At this moment, Han Yichen's attacks were wide open as he forced his opponent into a corner.

Anxious, he took advantage of the victory to give chase, and could not help but reveal a sliver of a flaw.

Ang Zihao once again neutralized Han Yichen's attack in a calm manner, and revealed a mocking smile.

Han Yichen's heart sank. He knew things weren't going well, but it was already too late.

Ang Zihao's body suddenly spun very quickly, and he kicked out fiercely. His strength flowed through his waist, hips, thighs and calves to the back of his feet, and finally landed on Han Yi Chen's body.

Boom!

Han Yichen took a deep breath, crossed his arms in front of his chest, and withstood the attack!

After Ang Zihao's kick, his leg naturally fell, and actually turned 360 degrees again. The second strike's strength was actually even stronger than before!

"Consecutive Whirlwind Kicks …"

Blood trickled out of the corner of Han Yichen's mouth as he revealed a ghastly smile. He knew he couldn't hold on any longer!

Whirlwind Kick is Taekwondo's most spectacular move. The user is like a gale, dancing around with great lethality!

However, very few people would use this skill in a match. This was because when the user rotated, his center of gravity would become unstable, revealing a very big flaw.

Unless the difference in strength between the two contestants was extremely huge!

It was at this moment that Han Yichen finally understood the true meaning of the words' War God '. The other side could actually mock him with such a flashy trick.

Indeed, after Han Yichen used all his strength to block the two kicks, he was kicked in the chest by Ang Zihao.

"Junior, how is this attack?" Ang Zihao patted the dust off his body, and spoke with his head lowered. He did not even raise his head.

"You! "Puff …"

Han Yichen spat out a mouthful of blood. He hated himself for putting in so much effort, but he still lost to his opponent.

What was the point of lying low every day for a year!

The girls did not expect the match to come to an end so quickly. After a short period of silence, they burst into cheers that shook the heavens.

The two opposing factions gradually merged into one voice:

"Ang Zihao! Ang Zihao! "

"Ang Zihao! Ang Zihao! "

"..."

Many girls excitedly rushed forward. If it were not for the two great associations stopping them, Ang Zihao would have already been drowned by these women.

But through the loud cheers, Ang Zihao felt an emptiness that he had never felt before.

The goddess of his dreams actually favored a diaosi. At this moment, he suddenly wanted to kill someone!

"Wah, you're so strong, idiot!" "How do you know Han Yichen's about to lose?" Jiang Muwan shook Shen Qingfeng's arm and asked with a silly smile.

"Miss, this one is Half-Immortal Shen. The first five hundred years counts. The last five hundred years count."

"The number one expert in the world is just a small number. Just now, I made a divination with my fingers, so a small matter like that isn't even worth mentioning." Shen Qingfeng blinked his eyes, and spoke as if he was speaking the truth.

"Do you want to learn it? I'll teach you! The tuition fee is five thousand and the tuition fee is the tuition fee! "

"Scram!" You damned liar! Every time you lie, you blink. " Jiang Muwan said affirmatively, her eyes flashing with a crafty look.

"I... "Do I have one …?" Shen Qingfeng blinked his eyes again, looking a little guilty.

"Great!" "You really are lying to me, let's see if I can't teach you a lesson!"

"..."

At this moment, the surrounding girls' cheers gradually died down, and the sound of clear footsteps could be heard.

Ang Zihao walked to stand in front of the two of them. He saw the goddess acting coquettishly towards others and felt his heart aching.

"Your name is Shen Qingfeng, right? I heard you're very good at fighting? "

Ang Zihao said with a smile that was not really a smile. He stared at Shen Qingfeng with a dangerous look in his eyes.

This Halo Martial God carried a killing intent that was filled with enmity towards Shen Qingfeng.