The Super Soldier King in the City

"Really?" Su Yang curled his lips: "However, these people are quite arrogant!"

"Get used to it." Zhao Qupeng smiled bitterly: "The Taekwondo club of our No. 7 Middle School has always been the weakest among the inter-school leagues. Before each martial arts conference, people from various school clubs will come to us to promote it. The brilliance in front of you is here."

Su Yang curled his lips, he really didn't put these people in his eyes.

The two of them walked into the campus and saw a ring on the playground from a distance. At this time, five shirtless students were performing actions such as kicking boards on it, which occasionally attracted the screams of the girls from below.

Zhao Qiupeng said: "It was the No. 1 martial arts in No. 1 Middle School. It was the first place in the Inter-School League for three years. Founder Lin Kai, firmly ranked in the top ten of the Provincial Martial Arts Conference!

At this moment, a young man with an arrogant face stood up on the ring and said loudly: "We have all been here for so long, why has no one come to the seventh high school? Why, don't you even dare to participate in the warm-up before the game?"

There was a deathly silence below. When the Taekwondo club was still there, I could participate in this warm-up before the game. However, they are all going up and getting beaten up, and they lose face every time.

Now that the Taekwondo club is gone, who would dare to go up and fight these people?

The man paused and said loudly: "I knew that the seventh middle school produces waste, but I didn't expect that the seventh middle school is not as simple as producing waste, but it is all waste!"

This remark immediately caused an uproar below, which was too insulting.

"Zhao Bing, how can you talk like this!" the next student said angrily.

"What's wrong with me talking like this?" Zhao Bing sneered: "No one dares to participate in the warm-up before the game in the Seventh Middle School. This is not a bunch of waste, what is it?"

"It's so hateful, how can you insult people like this!"

"Damn, if I have practiced, I must go up and kill them!"

"This bunch of **** come to us every year to bully our Seventh Middle School. This time, it's even more impressive and scolded everyone. It's too bullying!"

Everyone clamored, Zhao Bing sneered and said loudly: "What are you talking about so much nonsense? If you can send someone to participate in this warm-up match, even if you have the skills. If no one comes up, don't blame me for calling you. Group trash!"

"You are rubbish!" A taller student finally couldn't help it, and said angrily: "What's so great about you, I'll fight you!"

Hearing this, the group of students next to him immediately changed in color. A student grabbed him and said anxiously: "Wang Hao, don't get excited. These people are all from martial arts training. You are a basketball player. How can you play with others?"

"Yeah, these people in the Budo Club are very tough. You don't know the experience of the taekwondo club in the past few years. Don't go up and ask for trouble!"

"Forbearance, the wind and waves are calm for a while, take a step back and the sky is wide and the sky!"

Everyone nearby was persuading him. On the stage, Zhao Bing sneered and looked at Wang Hao: "Little guy, you'd better listen to them. Otherwise, in front of so many students in the school, you would kneel down and beg for mercy, isn't it pretty? ?"

Wang Hao gritted his teeth and said angrily: "The head turned off, the bowl is big and scarred. Even if they can't be beaten, they can't be so insulted!"

"What people are saying is the truth, what kind of insult!" A woman not far away immediately said loudly: "Wang Hao, don't smear the faces of our No. 7 Middle School!"

A boy next to him said anxiously: "Hey, you are also from No. 7 Middle School, why do you talk like this?"

"Nonsense, this martial arts conference is your boy's business, what does it have to do with our girls?" the other girl said immediately.

"Yeah, these are all your boys' business, what is our girls' business. People scolded you, but they didn't scold us. You guys are all rubbish, why do you bother us girls?"

"The boys in No. 7 Middle School are not good at all. They can't compare with the boys in No. 1 Middle School and No. 3 Middle School. Hey, I'm really unlucky, how did I go to school in No. 7 Middle School? Follow this group of rubbish, let's be ashamed!

All the girls and children began to yell, these girls also admired the people on the ring. Therefore, at this moment, I used all my words to insult the boys in No. 7 Middle School to win the favor of those in the ring.

Zhao Bing held his arms and sneered constantly. He liked watching this kind of scene the most.

"No, this one, I have to fight!" Wang Hao roared angrily, jumped directly into the ring, and said loudly: "I want to prove that the boys in our Seventh Middle School are not bullies!"

"It's a pity, you can't prove this." Zhao Bing curled his lips and pointed at a student in the corner: "Come on, you fight him."

"Didn't you fight me yourself?" Wang Hao said anxiously.

Zhao Bing was immediately angry: "I* fuck, what are you, what qualifications do you have to fight me?"

"I'm going to fight you!" Wang Hao said angrily.

"Huh!" Zhao Bing sneered: "If you can beat him, let's talk about it. He is the weakest in our club."

"Dare you insult me!" Wang Hao was furious, but at this time, the student had already walked in front of him.

The student glanced at Wang Hao: "Hey, hurry up, the game is still on on my side."

Wang Hao was completely angry and played with him, still thinking about the game, which looked down upon people too much.

"Look at the punch!" Wang Hao roared and rushed forward, swinging his fist and hitting it.

The audience Su Yang shook his head helplessly. As soon as he took the shot, he knew that Wang Hao would lose. This Wang Hao had good physical fitness, but he couldn't fight at all, and he was not an opponent of those well-trained fighters.

The student avoided Wang Hao's fist, turned behind Wang Hao, and directly punched Wang Hao's waist.

Wang Hao let out a sigh, gritted his teeth and worked hard. However, not long after the beating, the student kicked him on the chest again.

The boys in the audience were silent, while the non-girl students were always applauding, as if they were in the same group as Zhao Bing.

Before long, Wang Hao was completely defeated. And the student didn't let it go, and stepped on Wang Hao's chest.

"How about, admit defeat?" the student asked with a sneer.

"I didn't lose!" Wang Hao gritted his teeth and replied.

The student stepped up his strength and asked again: "Don't you admit defeat now?"

"I didn't lose!" Wang Hao still gritted his teeth and roared.

With a "pop", one of Wang Hao's ribs was trampled off, and the student's expression became colder: "If you don't admit defeat, I will trample all your ribs off!"

Wang Hao was out of breath at this time, but still gritted his teeth: "I didn't lose..."

"This Wang Hao, I really can't afford to lose. I can't beat him, but he still doesn't admit defeat. It's really useless and stubborn!" A girl rolled her eyes.

"The boys in our seventh middle school are like this, do you think he is the only one?"

"Not a bit of masculinity, shameful."

The girls around were noisy, and the student's expression was even more triumphant. He stepped on Wang Hao firmly: "If you don't admit defeat, I'm not welcome!"

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded: "Let go of him, kneel down and apologize, I can let you go!"

Everyone turned their heads and saw that Su Yang was slowly walking out of the crowd.

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