The Dragon from Hell

Qin Feng would speak for Chen Yong, which even Zhao Ming did not expect, and Chen Yong was even more confused.

However, he still wanted to enter the Wumeng, so he would not expose himself.

He could only follow Qin Feng's words and said: "Yes, yes, I just had a relapse of my old injury, it's nothing serious, come again!"

"Roar!"

Then, Chen Yong roared again, raised his other hand and went towards Qin Feng's face.

This time the two were closer, and Chen Yong's hands brought a gust of wind.

Even if he changed one hand, the force was still the same.

This time, Qin Feng did not fight him.

Instead, he put one hand behind his back, raised the other hand, and then...

gave Chen Yong a slap.

"Pah!"

The sound of this slap was very crisp. Although the box was large, it was very quiet, which made this slap particularly loud.

Chen Yong was even more caught off guard by this slap, and was stunned on the spot. He turned around in the opposite direction before he stood firm.

Li Mei widened her eyes and looked at her 1.9-meter-tall, tall and strong son with an incredible look on her face.

Zhao Keren's pretty face was shocked: How is this possible?

Even if Qin Feng is a martial artist, Chen Yong's physique advantage is impossible for him to be slapped around by Qin Feng, right?

And it seems that Qin Feng didn't use much force in that slap.

"Mr. Qi! This-"

"Mr. Qi."

Li Mei was about to explain to Qi Xuancheng, but Qin Feng took the initiative to speak again: "I think Chen Yong must not be prepared just now."

"One hand can't be used, and the balance is still a little poor."

"So I don't think he can be counted as a loser, we should start over."

This time, Li Mei and others looked at Qin Feng with even more strange eyes: Is he a fool? Why is he speaking for Chen Yong?

Li Mei didn't care so much and nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, my son just has an old injury, so I didn't pay attention for a while. He is usually very powerful!"

"He can smash a 20-centimeter thick stone slab with one punch!"

"It's all because of that kid's dirty tricks, taking advantage of others!"

"That's right." Qin Feng nodded seriously, not only did not refute, but even admitted: "I did take advantage of others, let's do it again."

Then he looked at Chen Yong: "Come again, this time I'll wait for you to be ready, let you use both hands."

After saying that, he directly put his hands behind his back.

If there hadn't been the previous conflict, everyone present would think that Qin Feng was giving Chen Yong a break without any reservation.

Just because of the size difference between the two of you, let him use two hands?

If Chen Yong was really ready, wouldn't he beat you to death with one punch?

Even with the previous conflict over the quota, people including Zhao Ming and Zhao Keren all thought that Qin Feng must want to show off, or he didn't want to lose too badly.

Giving up two hands at least left himself a way out.

Qi Xuancheng didn't care so much, but he felt that the fight was a bit interesting: "Okay, let's do it again."

The only person who didn't react was Chen Yong.

He didn't even get within half a step of Qin Feng, and he felt a flash of light in front of his eyes, his head was in chaos, and his face was burning.

But he was also quick to react. The blood rushed to his throat, but he swallowed it.

If Qi Xuancheng knew that he had such a physique and vomited blood after being slapped by Qin Feng, would he still be able to join the Martial Alliance?

"Boy, dare to embarrass me, I'll kill you!"

This time, it was another fierce punch.

Seeing that Qin Feng's hands were behind his back, he had no intention of showing mercy.

Seeing that he was ruthless, Zhao Ming couldn't help but stand up: "Xiaofeng, be careful!"

Looking at the oncoming fist, Qin Feng smiled slightly, and then...

"Bang!"

Qin Feng raised his foot and kicked directly on Chen Yong's knee.

"Ah!"

This time, Chen Yong finally couldn't hold it back, and let out a scream, veins on his forehead popped out, and he knelt down directly in front of Qin Feng in pain.

The 1.9-meter-tall man knelt on the ground with a bang. Although the floor of the box was very clean, it still splashed a touch of dust and smoke, and the scene was still very spectacular.

Li Mei was shocked and her eyelids were twitching.

Kneeling down like this, the knees would be crippled if not disabled.

If Qi Xuancheng hadn't been watching, she would have rushed over to stop it.

Although the winner was already decided, Qin Feng sighed again and said to Qi Xuancheng with great guilt: "Sorry, Mr. Qi, it's my fault."

"I said not to use my fists, but I used my legs."

"How about we try again?"

After saying that, he said to Chen Yong: "Come on, I'll give you another leg this time."

At this moment, Chen Yong felt it was difficult to breathe, let alone talk.

The leg that was kicked didn't seem to be as serious as the arm, but he could clearly feel that he was not strong enough, and the hugeThe pain kept coming, and the bones were cracked...

One move broke one of his hands.

One slap made his ears ring.

One kick directly broke his knee.

If he continued to fight, would there be any good place on his body?

Even if Qin Feng gave in with two fists and one kick, he still had one leg!

Chen Yong had a hunch that if he continued to fight, he would not be able to get up unless he stayed in bed for half a year.

Just when Qin Feng was about to attack, he mobilized almost all his strength and shouted: "No, no more fighting! I lost!"

Seeing Chen Yong admit defeat, Li Mei was the first to shout: "No! You can't admit defeat!"

She hurried to Chen Yong and persuaded him: "Come on, son, mom will help you up, and you can fight again."

"That kid is just an embroidered pillow. You must have been careless just now, right?"

"For the quota, that's the Wu League. If you can enter the Wu League, our family can stand out without having to look at other people's faces!"

As she said, she really tried to pull Chen Yong hard, trying to pull him up.

But Chen Yong, who was like a child in Qin Feng's hands, was now as heavy as an elephant. No matter how hard Li Mei tried, he didn't move at all.

"Yes, Chen Yong, if you want to join the Martial Alliance, your current performance is not worthy of Mr. Qi."

Qin Feng kindly advised: "After all, even an ordinary person like me can beat you in three moves. If you are accepted, others will gossip about the Martial Alliance."

"It has been said before that the Sichuan Martial Alliance is so strict. You can't accept a waste that ordinary people can't beat, right?"

Of course, he said this to Qi Xuancheng.

In this way, Chen Yong can't beat Qin Feng, and he can't think about the quota for the Martial Alliance.

But no matter how Li Mei insisted, Chen Yong knelt on the ground in pain.

In the end, he was forced to cry.

He was 1.9 meters tall, and his voice was very loud: "Mom, don't force me, I can't beat you, I really can't beat you!"

He also wanted to stand up, but he was in so much pain that he almost peed his pants. What could he stand on?

He never thought that in Qin Feng's hands, he was no different from a little chicken.

"I lost, I really lost, please let me admit defeat!"