Against the sky loan system

Hearing Qian Wenwu's rhetoric, Su Chen vaguely remembered that he had promised Song Xi'er earlier that he would not be surnamed Su unless he called Qian Wenwu into a pig's head.

Unexpectedly, now Qian Wenwu can even imitate so much.

Immediately, Su Chen reluctantly said.

After all, accepting such a scum as Qian Wenwu for someone surnamed Su is indeed a bit of a crime.

However, when Qian Wenwu heard what Su Chen said, he was naturally even more angry.

At the moment, he even ignored the numbness of his legs, and rushed towards Su Chen. While rushing, he punched with both hands again and again, as if he was in a posture of rampant fists.

"I am Cao!"

"This trick is a bit ruthless!"

"Big bastard going to sea?"

"Then brother, I'll give you back the black tiger's heart attack!" The corner of Su Chen's mouth curled up slightly, seeing that Qian Wenwu lost his mind, he knew the time had come.

With his arms slightly bent back, his fists clenched, and his rotation forceful, Su Chen's punch is definitely beyond the abilities of amateur fighters. Because of the bonus of the iron cloth shirt, his fist pierces through the air, and it seems to bring out Howling wind.

"not good!"

"It's going to be bad!"

Qian Wenwu, who was the first to bear the brunt, let out an exclamation almost at the same time as Zhu Dayong in the audience.

However, at this time, the distance between Su Chen and Qian Wenwu was only one and a half meters, and it was impossible for anyone to save Qian Wenwu.

"Boom..." It sounded like a giant pestle had smashed a skin drum, amidst the muffled sound, there was the faint sound of bones cracking.

Qian Wenwu's eight punches did not hit Su Chen, but Su Chen's black tiger pierce the heart, landed directly on Qian Wenwu's chest. With one punch, Qian Wenwu was so pale that he fell on his back.

"Plop!" No one thought that the duel that Qian Wenwu had painstakingly planned would end in this way.

He fell on his back, pointing at Su Chen unwillingly with one hand, wanting to say something, but Su Chen's punch obviously seriously injured him, making his voice choked in his throat, making it difficult to utter it all the time .

"Cough cough..."

"No way? Did I hit hard?"

With Su Chen's punch, he thought that at most he would stagger Qian Wenwu, and if he was more ruthless, it would be enough to knock him down, but now looking at Qian Wenwu's virtue, there is a possibility of sudden death.

Immediately, Su Chen took action.

It's too late, it's too soon.

Zhu Dayong and hundreds of judo club members were still looking at Qian Wenwu who fell to the ground in disbelief, and the people outside the judo club were still as dazed as Song Xier and Fatty Chen.

He saw that Su Chen was already riding on Qian Wenwu's body, his left hand and right hand moved in slow motion, and the slap was loud.

"Crack, clap..."

"Hey, money, culture, martial arts, don't pretend to be dead!"

"Aren't you going to abolish brother, get up and fight another three hundred rounds!"

Su Chen slapped the left and the right, and within minutes, Qian Wenwu was turned into a pig's head, and he really fulfilled his promise to Song Xi'er.

"I……"

"Woooooooo..."

When Qian Wenwu was slapped for the first time by Su Chen, he let out a sigh of relief. Although he still felt a sharp pain in his chest, he was able to speak.

However, what he wanted to say was slapped back by Su Chen's violent slap.

After dozens of blows, Zhu Dayong, who was stupefied in the audience, finally came to his senses. He leapt onto the ring, and at the same time, he kicked Su Chen who was on Qian Wenwu's body.

"stop!"

"Get out of here!" Zhu Dayong roared, how strong was his kick?
Others say that he is stronger than Qian Wenwu, but that is actually giving Qian Wenwu enough face. In fact, Zhu Dayong is more than twice as strong as Qian Wenwu. Su Chen didn't expect Zhu Dayong to come to power so fast, and he didn't have time to dodge , before he had time to resist, he was kicked directly on the shoulder by this kick.

"Bang..." Su Chen, who was hit by this kick, immediately felt as if he had been hit on the shoulder by a small truck.

The whole person flew out obliquely involuntarily.

"husband……"

"Brother Chen..."

Song Xi'er and Fatty Chen thought they were in a dream when they saw Su Chen madly slapping Qian Wenwu, but when they saw Zhu Dayong's sudden attack and kicked Su Chen, they immediately exclaimed.

Everyone's face trembled, even a fool could tell how heavy Zhu Dayong's kick was.

However, just when everyone thought that Su Chen's shoulder might be dislocated after being hit by this kick, they saw that Su Chen acted as if nothing had happened. It landed firmly on the edge of the ring.

"Tsk tsk!"

"I can't see it!"

"The strength of your stupid big man is really not bad, but what's the matter? We agreed that it's a duel between me and Qian Wenwu. Now that I see him losing, I can't help but want to gang up on him?"

"Say it in advance!"

"If you want a group fight, don't go up alone, call these trash from the audience, together!"

"Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll accidentally beat you to death!" Su Chen patted his shoulder, as if complaining that Zhu Dayong had soiled his clothes, but this scene, in Zhu Dayong's eyes, made people who were originally concerned about money He was eager for civil and martial arts, and he was stunned.

"impossible!"

"My kick has a strength of eight hundred catties!"

"How could this kid be unscathed?" Zhu Dayong's heart was like a sea of ​​rivers and seas. If Su Chen defeated Qian Wenwu before, Zhu Dayong looked at Su Chen with a trace of seriousness in his eyes, then now, he looked at Su Chen's eyes Eyes, like watching a ghost.

The hair is creepy.

Zhu Dayong didn't know how long he hadn't experienced this feeling.

Although he was tall and frighteningly strong, he was still a student after all.

Being able to win the judo championship at this age is of course not because of the few strokes he has learned from the coaches of the judo club, but because he has learned a hard kung fu from a famous teacher when he was young.

Especially with the strongest footwork.

That kung fu is called Qianjin Pendulum, although Zhu Dayong has not practiced it to a great degree, but there are usually three or five big men, he Zhu Dayong stands in the same place and let those big men swarm him, it is impossible to bring him down.

And when he kicked out, he had a strength of more than [-] catties. If it weren't for the rule in judo competitions that kicking people is not allowed, how could those competitors who competed with him end without injury?

All of them will be kicked and their bones will be broken.

But now, he kicked with all his strength and clearly hit Su Chen, but Su Chen was not injured. Not only that, he didn't even show the slightest expression of pain. How could Zhu Dayong not be surprised or afraid?
"Fuck!"

"Brother Chen is not playing for real, is he?"

"This Zhu Dayong is scary enough, let a hundred members of this judo club join together?" The people under the stage did not know the shock in Zhu Dayong's heart. Although they were a little surprised to see that Su Chen was not injured, but This trace of surprise was immediately overwhelmed by Su Chen's wild words.

"Too arrogant!"

"Too arrogant!"

"Damn it, I can bear it? My aunt can bear it, but my uncle can't bear it! Brothers, stop messing with this guy, let's go together and see who is the trash!"