On the Throne: The King of Black and White

"Get out of the way! What are you all doing here?"

Outside the crowded crowd, a strong man nearly two meters tall and covered in tendons pushed through the crowd.

The student who was squeezed away by him was about to sneer at him, but stopped when he saw the round and shiny head.

Gao Liangxiong, the leader of Class E for three years, ranks sixth in the overall rating.

"Wu Zhixing——! If you don't come to fight with me, why are you here to join in the fun!"

Gao Liangxiong crowded around Wu Zhixing's group of people and started questioning him loudly.

Wu Zhixing rubbed his ears and said in a disgusted tone:

"Keep your voice down... you stinky bear! Wait a minute, I'll come find you later."

He really couldn't find a suitable opponent in the class.

Although Fang Wen, the girl, has good footwork, her strength is still far behind him, and she is timid in a fight.

This highlight bear is close to him in terms of strength ranking and similar fighting style. They usually spar.

"What are you waiting for? What show are you watching?"

"Watch my men teach a bug a lesson."

Wu Zhixing crossed his arms, his face expressionless, but his eyes were full of gloom and severity.

"The bug that once dared to rank above me..."

"Who is it? Let me see!"

Gao Xiongliang rubbed his smooth forehead and looked at the ring in the middle with some interest.

……

Wu Yong pinched his neck with his right hand and raised his chin at Lin Xiao.

"Would you rather fight with bare hands or use weapons?"

The weapons of Free Combat are not edged, and the metal outer layer is also covered with a layer of plastic, but the weight is not reduced.

Lin Xiao tilted his head and smiled politely.

"Anyone is fine, you choose."

"Then just come empty-handed. If you use weapons..."

Wu Yong lowered his body and showed a cruel sneer.

"I'm afraid I'll beat you to death accidentally!"

boom--!

Wu Yong rushed over, his body like a cheetah, his speed directly exceeded 20 meters per second!

In the blink of an eye, a huge fist came to Lin Xiao with terrifying force.

Wu Yong's smile gradually turned ferocious, as if he saw Lin Xiao's face being smashed with a punch.

Lin Xiao looked at the enlarged fist without changing his expression and turned slightly.

call out--!

The fist missed, grazing Lin Xiao's hair and hitting the air.

"……what?"

Wu Yong's expression froze on his face, and there was a trace of disbelief in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by anger.

"What a lucky shit!"

Another fierce lower uppercut roared over, but Lin Xiao raised his head slightly, and the punch missed again by less than 3 centimeters.

Oh--!

Seeing Lin Xiao dodge another punch, the spectators suddenly became excited.

That's what makes it interesting!

If he fell down with just one punch, what fun would we have? ?

"How many times can you hide!?"

Wu Yong's attack was accompanied by surging anger, falling like a dense rainstorm.

Straight punches, kicks, uppercuts, triple spinning kicks, elbow strikes, straight kicks!

The speed and frequency of attacks are getting faster and faster, and they are getting more and more fierce.

The previous moves seemed to be just a warm-up.

But Lin Xiao's eyes were calm, and his expression did not even change.

The fist weighs nearly 800 kilograms and the whip leg exceeds 2 tons.

These terrifying attacks that could kill ferocious beasts were like a breeze in his eyes.

And Lin Xiao was like a paper man floating in the wind, evading the attack with the smallest margin every time.

The battle in the ring is still going on.

At first, when Lin Xiao dodged the first few punches, the audience cheered.

But when he dodged more than a dozen waves of attacks, the onlookers began to notice a problem.

The crowd grew quiet and began to whisper.

"...It's a bit of a dick!"

"Did he have such strong footwork before?"

"Is this the crane tail of Class C you are talking about? Are you kidding me...?"

"This is much better than me!"

The bright bear with outstanding height and a fleshy face touched his bald head.

The original expression of watching a show slowly disappeared, and his eyes became serious and cautious.

"Hey...Wu Zhixing, is that guy the bedbug you mentioned?"

Gao Liangxiong curled his lips and smiled.

"Isn't this a mistake? I feel like Fang Wen in your class is not as flexible as him."

"..."

Wu Zhixing did not answer Gao Liangxiong's question. He frowned and his face was as dark as water.

There was a hint of confusion in his cold eyes.

And the other side.

Zhao Siya's eyes widened, her mouth never closed, and her face was full of disbelief.

She held her hands in front of her chest like a hamster.

Whenever Lin Xiao dodges Wu Yong's attack, she clenches her fists excitedly and cheers, and sometimes she can't help but stamp her feet.

"Zhao Siya..."

Zhao Siya turned around and found Fang Wen, who was in the same class, standing behind her.

She is over 1.7 meters and a half tall, with long side bangs and beautiful three-dimensional facial features.

The legs are long, straight and powerful.

"What's wrong...Fang Wen?"

What Zhao Siya didn't expect was——

The cold and cool sister who is ranked second in this class and is very popular among girls is looking a little embarrassed at this moment. I'm sorry...?

"Lin Xiao, has he received any special training?"

"Ok?"

Zhao Siya blinked, not expecting that the other party would ask this question.

"You know Lin Xiao best, so I wanted to try asking you..."

It seems that inquiring into other people's privacy is really out of character for her.

Fang Wen's earlobes turned red, and she explained with embarrassment:

"Lin Xiao's footwork is very good. I just want to ask about some training methods..."

"Are you more powerful than Fang Wen?"

Zhao Siya could see that Lin Xiao's footwork was very strong, but she didn't expect it to reach a level that even surprised Fang Wen.

Fang Wen stared at the calm figure on the field and nodded affirmatively.

"Better than me."

Zhao Siya opened her mouth wide and looked at her childhood sweetheart on the court as if she were meeting him for the first time.

"But I didn't see any special exercises for him? Lin Xiao just told me that his headache was cured..."

"Headache?"

Fang Wen pondered for a moment, then returned her gaze to the stage in confusion.

……

"Oh--!"

"Did another set of combos!"

"This Wu Yong has pretty good physical strength!"

"Why is it a bit like walking a dog...?"

The crowd of onlookers became lively again and talked a lot.

But now, what they are discussing is no longer Wu Yong knocking down his opponent with a few punches.

But... when will Wu Yong meet Lin Xiao.

"…Ha ha…"

After hitting hundreds of heavy blows without interruption, even if the students of Military and Military University have superior physical strength, they will inevitably feel a little tired.

Wu Yong gasped slightly, staring at Lin Xiao with his back teeth almost broken.

The buzz around him made him more and more annoyed and irritable.

Originally, what he heard was the cheers of the audience, the excited screams caused by violence and bloodthirsty.

Lin Xiao should have fallen to the ground, begging for mercy like a stinky dog, crying and letting him go.

Let Zhao Siya come in person to plead for mercy, let her take a good look at how embarrassing this man is!

This is the drama that should be staged today...

rather than as it is now.

Being watched by a group of people like a clown, he became a topic of conversation and fun for them!

"You loser...you have the guts to run away and fight me head-on--!"

Wu Yong arched his body, turned his anger and hatred into strength, and threw the most ferocious punch.

The fist fell short.

Just when he wanted to withdraw his fist, he found that his arm could not move.

A big hand with slender fingers tightly grasped his wrist, like a strong vise, welding his right hand tightly.

"Okay, let's fight head-on."

A smile appeared on Lin Xiao's face, and his plain words reached Wu Yong's ears.

"Don't... give in too soon."

A fierce straight punch broke through the air, like a terrifying war hammer, and hit Wu Yong hard in the abdomen.

The 1.9-meter-[-]-meter man lifted his hands and feet off the ground, was thrown into the air, and fell to the ground two meters away.

The atmosphere in the whole place suddenly became silent.