Urban Perspective Little Doctor

Wesson stared at Pang Feng coldly, he seemed to see Pang Feng's heart.

Pang Feng's ability to defeat Li Yujia really surprised him, because he knew Li Yujia's strength very well. Those who could defeat Li Yujia would be considered a good player if they were placed on the rivers and lakes, but if they were in the army, they would be an excellent special soldier.

Pang Fengyi, a small hanging silk from the countryside, has such strength, it is indeed not simple.

However, he was only a little surprised. Li Yujia's strength was too weak in his eyes. If he didn't practice martial arts to the level of internal strength, he couldn't count as entering the room. And Wesson is already a small accomplishment in internal strength, a warrior with strength like Li Yujia, he can beat ten without difficulty.

Pang Fengneng's defeat of Li Yujia cannot explain any problems. Wesson is 100% confident in defeating Pang Feng.

"Student Pang Feng, I actually agree with what you said before. The provincial athletes really don’t know what the **** it is. Those of my generation who practice martial arts will decide the victory or defeat, even life and death! Today I will fight with you, regardless of victory. Don't give up!

As for the rules, classmate Li Yujia set the rules earlier, and the two paths he said are too complicated.

You and I will make a rule, whoever loses kneels and kowtows, learns three dog barks, and the matter is fine, how? Wesson said loudly, aggressively, and there is no room for Pang Feng to refuse.

The surrounding crowd started to booze again, and the supporters of Li Yujia who had just been entourage were now all alive again.

"Wei Shao took the shot himself, I'm afraid this kid Pang Feng didn't expect it? He can defeat Shao Li, but he is definitely not Shao Wei's opponent!"

"Yes, Wei Shao is a real martial arts master. His strength in the school martial arts club is said to surpass his teacher!"

"Speaking of which, Pang Feng is too arrogant, even Shao Wei can't stand it!"

The crowd was noisy, and Wesson’s charisma was not comparable to that of Li Yujia. He was the most popular man in the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine. A beautiful woman like Xu Wei could only be a fan in front of him.

At this time, Xu Wei turned into a fan girl, and she led a group of girls in the crowd to cheer for Wesson.

The entire academy was on Wesson's side, and Pang Feng looked lonely.

"Student Wei, don't fight it? How embarrassed is it to kneel down to learn dog barking? It's nothing more than me, can Student Wei kneel down to learn dog barking?" Pang Feng said flatly, with a smile on his face.

Wesson snorted softly, the haze on his face appeared, and said, "What Wesson said, I never break my promise!"

"Well, in that case, please, classmate Wei!"

Pang Feng suddenly said readily, he made a please gesture, motioning for Wesson to take the first shot.

Wesson's expression became serious in an instant, he took a deep breath, and put on the starting position of Liuhequan. The whole person looked like a green pine with a great momentum.

"Sure enough, better than Li Yujia!" Pang Feng commented on Wesson in his heart.

"It's just such a little strength, it's still too weak!"

Wesson didn't know what Pang Feng was thinking in his heart. He gathered a good momentum and suddenly stopped drinking, stepping out, Jackie Chan's posture.

The essence of Liuhe Boxing lies in the two words "Liuhe". The body, hands, legs, waist, and knees must be in harmony with the body, and the mind must be in harmony with the qi.

Wesson's fist wind is silent, and the ghost has already killed Pang Feng in front of him.

Pang Feng felt a rush of heat rushing toward his face, he chuckled, gently raised his hand, and hit a palm.

Pang Feng's palm was light and fluttering, seemingly powerless, but Wesson's fist burst open at this moment, and the internal strength in his body was instantly released.

"Go to hell!" Wesson said proudly.

Pang Feng smiled and said: "Not necessarily!"

The palms of the fists crossed in the air, and Wesson's heart sank in an instant. He felt an overwhelming force from Pang Feng's palm to his fist.

His punch was like hitting an iron plate, and it hurt.

And the terrifying power passed from his fist made him unstoppable, and he subconsciously retreated.

His reaction was extremely quick, but he retreated six or seven steps, and the power hadn't dissipated. He just felt like he had been hit by a hammer in his chest.

"Boom!" A sound.

His chest hurts, a puff of blood rushes out, his throat is sweet, but his eyes are huge, staring at Pang Feng firmly.

"You..." He was stunned. He couldn't believe that all this was true. Since he cultivated his internal strength, he has encountered many opponents.

No matter who you encounter, you basically won't need him to work hard to overcome it.

In the provincial youth martial arts competition, he easily won the championship with only five points.

Among his peers, he has never experienced failure, whether it is learning or martial arts, or something else, but today, Pang Feng just took a palm and made him feel a huge gap.

"This is impossible!"

Wesson screamed in his heart, he regrouped and rubbed himself up again.

This time he turned his whole body's power to the extreme. He gave up any fancy boxing techniques and directly punched out with the greatest strength.

Without tricks, there would be no change, and without change, the chance of winning would be lost. Obviously, he hit this punch to verify whether Pang Feng had the powerful power just now.

Facing Wesson's punch, Pang Feng naturally understood his intention.

Since Wesson is this intention, can Pang Feng not satisfy him?

Pang Feng raised his hand again, and shot out with another palm.

It was another palm that looked light and fluttering, but this time when the palms of the fists intersect, there was a "boom". This hit hard and it seemed to burst the surrounding air.

"Ah..." After the sound, Wesson screamed, and the whole figure flew upside down like a broken kite.

He flew a full ten feet before landing, and after landing, he continued to retreat, taking more than a dozen steps to stabilize his figure.

He stood still, the meticulous hairstyle on his head was messed up, the black coat of Armani on his upper body was broken, his figure was no longer as tall as a green pine, and his expression was no longer as cool and proud.

A trace of red blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were filled with horror. He opened his mouth and said: "You...the inner strength is...satisfactory..."

"Wow!" After the word "cheng" was finished, a puff of blood in his throat could no longer be suppressed, and it spewed from his mouth.

He gritted his teeth and raised his arm, his right arm trembled uncontrollably, not under the control of his brain at all.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, there were hundreds of people on the playground, but no one made even a single sound.

Everyone stared at this scene blankly, all expressions were frozen on their faces.

Pang Feng snorted softly and smiled faintly: "Wesson, I told you to stop fighting! As expected, there is no suspense!"

After Pang Feng finished speaking, he slowly turned around and left under everyone's attention:

"Don't forget what you said, Shao Wei, what you said Wesson, never break your promise!"