311 Mean Berserk
After that, there was nothing else.
The moment Zhou Lei jumped up, Wang Zhiqiang raised his eyes and kicked out with great force. The kick was clean and lethal.
With a bang, Zhou Lei was sent flying and smashed into Fu Yu and the others, knocking them over.
Han Shi and Berserk had long expected this outcome and their expressions did not change. On the other hand, Zhou Lei and the others were filled with shock and disbelief.
As the captain, Zhou Lei was not only good at speed, but also at close combat. In every assessment, he crushed countless opponents with his absolute strength. It could be said that he was quite confident in his strength.
However, today, he was knocked down by someone in one move. The huge difference dealt a heavy blow to his confidence.
“Hey, what did I say? Our captain is not someone ordinary people can challenge. I said it was for your own good to challenge me instead, but you didn’t believe me. Now, are you convinced?”
Berserk teased with a grin.
“Let me be honest with you. I can wipe out an ‘elite team’ like you with a blink of an eye. Not only me, but also my brothers. You can’t even touch the corner of their clothes. However, recently, a girl has learned a few moves from us. I think if you want someone to spar with, go and find her. You’ll definitely be able to fight for seven to eight rounds before losing.”
Han Shi and Wang Zhiqiang looked at Berserk at the same time and felt that he was being too mean. They happened to know who this girl was. She was Zhang Dujuan, a village woman.
“Don’t look at me like that. I’m telling the truth. I don’t mean to look down on you at all.”
Seeing that their eyes were getting redder and redder, looking like they were about to cry, Berserk asked with a smile, “How is it? Do you want me to call her over?”
“Let me try.”
Liao Ming suddenly stepped forward. He stood in the middle fiercely and angrily. He pointed at Berserk and gritted his teeth. “I want to challenge you. Do you dare or not?”
“Come on!” Berserk walked forward casually, as if he was here to chat.
“However, before the spar, I have a condition,” Liao Ming said. “If you lose, you have to apologize to us.”
Berserk made an innocent expression and shrugged. “Apologize? Apologize for what? To whom? I didn’t do anything wrong. Why should I apologize?”
“You…”
Liao Ming did not expect Berserk to play dumb. He was even more furious and rushed out without saying a word.
Because he had learned a lesson from Zhou Lei, he did not throw a punch. Instead, he kicked with all his might and exerted strength with his other foot, wanting to do a roundhouse kick.
Berserk clenched his iron fist, punching the sole of Liao Ming’s foot…
“Ah…”
As expected, in one move, Liao Ming was sent flying like a kite with its string cut, knocking everyone over again. The exact same scene seemed to have been reenacted.
As for Liao Ming, he felt he could no longer feel his feet and his entire leg was trembling uncontrollably. His head buzzed and his face turned pale.
“Hey, brother, don’t be nervous. Your leg is fine. It’s just that I hit one of your acupoints and it temporarily caused you to lose feeling in your leg. You are not crippled. Hehehe, although I don’t like you, I know that you’re brought back by Lady Boss. I naturally won’t do anything to you. At most, I’ll just teach you a lesson.”
Han Shi and Wang Zhiqiang turned to look at Berserk again, feeling that he was being necessarily honest. Zhou Lei and the others would probably suffer more humiliation from his words than from being knocked down.