Fist of Imagination

Wu Canghe heard the heroic and fearless roar of assistant Liang overnight, and was shocked beyond words. His four legs had not been numb after squatting on the ground for so long, but this time they were really numb.

What good will it do you if we get beaten?

How abnormal are your nerves for delaying graduation? Is it really that scary to be ruthlessly dominated by your tutor!

With no strong reinforcements to rely on, the two part-time students had to focus their attention back on the enemy, tighten their bodies, and prepare to continue to be the men being kicked.

The senior student with a lip ring had his chest muscles shaking, licked the corners of his mouth with his tongue, then did a high kick and a standing split, and put his muscular right leg against his face, looking extremely arrogant.

"Okay, then you scold me, the louder you scold, the more excited I will kick!"

When he found out that the person who jumped out was just a homonym of his name and not the assistant teacher, this big bad gay who was at a loss just now regained his confidence, and with a surge of internal energy, the hair on his legs that had softened stood up, as powerful as a giant columnar cactus.

Wu Canghe heard his obscene voice and couldn't help shuddering from his straight male instinct. He hugged his head tighter.

How could he be so twisted when he was only in his senior year? Is the employment pressure so great this year? If not, just tell your family that you want to take the postgraduate entrance examination!

The onlookers looked at Liang De as if he were a fool. Some mocked him, some sympathized with him, and more people found it funny.

Like the big bad gay, they had already used professional martial arts identification methods to check out this "Liang Zhu Jue" who popped out inexplicably.

Under the induction of qi, they found that this person was very honest.

His eyes were dull, his limbs were weak, his steps were loose, his reaction was slow, his head and meridians were empty, his muscles, bones and skin were weak, and there was no place that looked decent.

He really doesn't know martial arts!

If you don't know martial arts and want to stand out in the Global Elite Sports Center, you might as well find a mud truck to hit you. Why bother thinking so hard?

Several kind-hearted students have already dialed the emergency hotline of the school hospital, but they don't know if the ambulance will arrive in time.

Faced with this big, bad gay man with trembling muscles, Mr. Liang was speechless for a moment, as if he had swallowed dozens of pounds of fat.

If eyes could eat people, he would be fed up with it.

There are so many muscle guys in the Lu School, but none of them is like you. It seems that the school spirit of the Elite Center needs to be changed.

"Why haven't you started scolding yet? Little brother, I can't wait any longer. Is your throat blocked? Then I'll help you clear it!"

The big guy with the lip ring pushed the ground with his left foot and flew into the air, changing the high-legged split from vertical to horizontal while the whole person fell over.

When his head was about to touch the ground, he supported himself with both hands, twisted his waist vigorously, and his two split thick legs turned into a phantom, bringing a huge wind sound to attack Liang De.

Yuan Chuan assassination leg method, reverse spinning crane kick!

Liang De reluctantly put down his hands that were pulling open his shirt, and prepared to give this junior who looked like Chun-Li after removing his head and leg hair a little love education.

Because I am an ordinary person, I didn't use internal energy to attack, so I was still a little bit measured.

This time, I will only use the Golden Snake Wrap to simulate the tape to pull out all your leg hair and hair.

He was about to attack, but he saw the eyes of Lian Ye, one of the two people squatting on the ground with their heads in their arms.

Not a bad look, 99.5℃, just a little bit away from boiling.

Liang De retreated half a step and shouted to the two people squatting on the ground:

"The fish is hooked! You two, seize the opportunity to sneak attack him from behind!"

Before he finished speaking, Lian Ye had already pulled out the two-handed heavy sword that he never left from his back. He rolled over and swung the sword brazenly, using the inertia of his body rolling to slash at the face of the gay man with lip rings.

Before the sword arrived, the golden lip ring on the hairy-legged man's face had been cut by the overflowing sharpness, and the lower half of the ring shot out and nailed on the "Survival of the fittest" slogan board in the cafeteria hall with a "huh" sound.

The crisp sound of metal clashing flashed by.

Facing the heavy sword slash, the hairy-legged man could not continue the half-way upside-down crane kick, so he had to change his tactics to defend, otherwise he would send his head to the sword and spin around, doing a skull circumcision on himself.

It was difficult for him to use the force in the air, so he had to use the Kunlun point behind his feet to spray two dark blue internal energy in the opposite direction to forcibly interrupt the high-speed rotating kick.

The hairy-legged man suddenly opened his mouth when the sword stopped, and saw him bite down with a mouthful of dazzling golden teeth, and several dark blue smoke sprayed out like steam between his teeth.

He bit the rolling and slashing all night, and the alloy denture slid half an inch along the sword body, making a friction sound that made the eardrums itch and the teeth sour.

Although the hairy-legged man's teeth were blocked by the internal energy on the sword and failed to bite into Lian Ye's two-handed heavy sword, the bite and pull had already destroyed Lian Ye's sword-holding posture, making all the subsequent changes of this slash aborted.

Lian Ye was about to let go of the sword, but the hairy-legged man's thick right leg had already pulled back.

The dark blue internal energy at his heel, which was used to stop and change moves, was driven by the kicking technique, and it was thrown into a sharp arc of light like a long tail of water droplets, and it slashed towards Lian Ye's wrist with a falling momentum.

Lian Ye should have withdrawn his hands at this time, but he gritted his teeth and sent his arms forward instead.

There was no way to dodge. The broken arm continuation package of the school hospital was 60% cheaper than wrist joint reconstruction, and the recovery after surgery was also faster. He could not go back, but only forward!

He was determined to let the gay man break his arm, and his upper body leaned forward, but he was suddenly hugged by the waist and pulled back. Not only did he fail to move forward, but he was also pulled back a few inches.

Wu Cang, who had been hugged from behind all night, was also caught off guard, and the internal energy flowing in his meridians stopped for a moment.

After hearing Liang De's command for a sneak attack, he first weighed the pros and cons and decided to obey the command after considering that the assistant coach Lao Yanbi was scarier than the senior bad gay.

A moment of weighing and thinking made him a few seconds slower than the previous night.

When he entered the battle circle, Lianye was already suppressed by the hairy-legged man's fierce counterattack. Seeing that his wrists were unprotected, he immediately activated the wind dragon forehead protector, rushed forward and wrapped his arms around Lianye's waist with an accelerated grapple, trying to save him.

As a result, this person actually wanted to rush forward!

Wu Cang was so shocked that he almost dislocated his jaw.

Why are you rushing forward at this time? Are you looking for death?

The two of them moved forward and backward, and a brief stalemate inevitably occurred.

All night long, I watched helplessly as my original hands brought from my mother's womb were delivered to the feet of the hairy-legged man, and my heart ached so much that I wanted to burst.

Hand reconstruction is more than twice as expensive as wrist reconstruction!

He roared with extreme hatred, startling several onlookers.

Bang!

The hardwood floor felt like it had been hit by falling rocks from the mountain, so much so that several porcelain plates on the dining table shattered.

The crowd of people watching seemed to have their vocal cords torn out collectively, unable to make a sound.

Wu Cang and Lianye stared blankly at the back of the man in front of them.

This was the man who suddenly appeared just now, pulled them apart with one hand, grabbed the elastic band of the hairy man's sports shorts with the other hand, and pulled the two-meter-high man out of the air and smashed it to the floor.

The hairy-legged man lay on the ground in a state of embarrassment, because his sports shorts were pulled down to his knees when he fell down. He struggled several times before turning over and getting up.

Liang De used super-speed regeneration to replace the entire skin of his right hand. He looked down at the frightened junior who had poor taste in underwear:

"It turns out that you're pretty good at Kung Fu. You just wanted to practice your new kicking skills on two human targets. You're very diligent, junior."

He took out a fried chicken leg and put it into his mouth, speaking incoherently:

"I happen to have a newly learned Kung Fu that I'm not very proficient in yet, so I might as well ask you to practice it."