22: Chapter 22 Too Fragile to Stand a Single Blow 22: Chapter 22 Too Fragile to Stand a Single Blow “What’s the matter?
Still want to keep going?
Aren’t you ready to admit defeat obediently?”
Above the arena, Fang Haitao wore a smug smile, but this posture completely enraged the members of the Leap Troop below.
They knew Lu Tian was one of their own, and having Lu Tian humiliated was akin to a slap in their faces.
His face pressed against the sole of Fang Haitao’s shoe, Lu Tian’s lips were stained with a trace of blood, and the dignity of a man inside him grew even stronger.
The burning rage made him momentarily forget the pain in his chest, unleashing his latent strength.
He suddenly grabbed Fang Haitao’s ankle and flipped it upwards with force.
Caught off guard, Fang Haitao did not react in time.
By the time he realized what was happening, his body felt lighter, and then he slammed harshly onto the ground, face up.
The pain in his back turned Fang Haitao’s eyes into a storm of gloom.
For him, it was an insufferable insult.
In his eyes, Lu Tian was nothing more than an ant, yet he had been humiliated by an utterly weak ant.
Wasn’t this a huge joke?
“Damn it, I’ve got no time to play with you.” Fang Haitao stood up from the ground and kicked directly at Lu Tian’s chest.
Lu Tian used his arms to shield his chest, but the vast difference in their strengths was undeniable.
Lu Tian’s body was kicked off the stage, spewing a mouthful of blood.
“Lu Tian, how are you?
That bastard Fang Haitao went too far.” Zhou Ping helped Lu Tian up from the ground where he had been kicked off the stage.
Lu Tian managed a forced smile and said, “I’m not dead yet.
I, Lu Tian, will one day settle this score.”
“No need to wait for later, I’ll help you settle it right now.” Ye Chenfeng’s eyes, dark as pitch, watched Fang Haitao standing triumphantly above the arena, an involuntary cold smile appearing on his lips.
“Chenfeng, you’re not joking with us, right?
How could you be an opponent for that son of a turtle?
An eye for an eye can wait ten years.
I think it’s better to wait for another opportunity in the future!” Zhou Ping didn’t believe Ye Chenfeng could match Fang Haitao, though Ye Chenfeng had shown extraordinary stamina and perseverance in the last month’s training.
“Right, Chenfeng, Zhou Ping is correct.
I will take back this insult myself in the future,” urged Lu Tian, who was being supported by Zhou Ping.
“Who are the next two?
Might as well come up together!
I, Fang Haitao, will take on all three matches today.
The Leap Troop is nothing but trash compared to our Mighty Tiger Troop,” Fang Haitao’s voice roared from atop the stage.
Given such circumstances, there was no need for Ye Chenfeng to wait for the third match.
He leapt onto the stage in one bound.
Fang Haitao was unbearably arrogant, lacking even a shred of decency.
“Chenfeng is really too impulsive.
He’s just asking for punishment!” Zhou Ping frowned deeply.
“Win or lose, from now on, Chenfeng will be my true brother, Lu Tian.
I’ll go through fire and water for him if he asks, even if it means climbing a mountain of swords or descending into a pot of oil.” In Lu Tian’s view, Ye Chenfeng’s decision to step up was entirely for him, and he was deeply touched by this gesture.
However, Ye Chenfeng was not one to fight a battle he wasn’t sure of.
“Lin Zhonghu, do the Leap Troop really have no decent people to send out?
Just this pretty boy to win against our Haitao?” Li Zaitian scorned, convinced that his Mighty Tiger Troop would inevitably triumph in today’s competition.
Seeing Ye Chenfeng enter the ring, Lin Zhonghu quickly composed himself, silently chuckling.
“Li Zaitian, you fool, you’re definitely going to be in for a shock.”
Upon the stage, Ye Chenfeng and Fang Haitao locked eyes.
Fang Haitao’s disdain grew even thicker, as even in stature, this Ye Chenfeng seemed more inferior to Lu Tian!
“Don’t you understand what I’m saying?
I’m allowing the two remaining contenders to come at me together; this is already a special privilege I’m giving to your Leap Troop,” Fang Haitao said haughtily.
Ye Chenfeng curled his lip, questioning, “What makes a clown like you so confident?
I think you’re not even worthy of being human.
Better be a well-behaved animal in your next life!”
The smile on Fang Haitao’s face froze, and he barked, “Since that’s the case, let me teach you a lesson and show you who the real clown is!”
“Slap slap slap slap slap—”
No sooner had Fang Haitao’s words fallen than Ye Chenfeng’s figure appeared before him, catching him off guard.
The ringing sound of slaps echoed across Fang Haitao’s face.
A rapid succession of slaps left Fang Haitao disoriented; his teeth scattered across the ground, and a pained whimper escaped his throat.
At the same time, Ye Chenfeng delivered two heavy punches to Fang Haitao’s chest, completely robbing him of the ability to attack.
These series of actions happened in the blink of an eye.
Under the stage was utter silence; no one expected such an outcome.
Fang Haitao was taken down?
And he didn’t even have the slightest ability to fight back?
This, this had to be a joke, right?
Even Lin Zhonghu, who knew of Ye Chenfeng’s skills beforehand, was dumbfounded.
He had thought that it would take Ye Chenfeng at least about twenty moves to beat Fang Haitao, but who knew…
“Didn’t I tell you that you’re just a clown, and you still wouldn’t admit it?
Feeling the bitterness now?
Ready to admit defeat?”
Fang Haitao’s teeth had been knocked out, and his face was swollen like a pig’s head; he couldn’t even begin to speak!
But this was precisely the effect Ye Chenfeng wanted.
“Well, your bones are still pretty tough, so let’s keep playing,” Ye Chenfeng said mockingly.
“Slap slap slap—” As he spoke, Ye Chenfeng slapped Fang Haitao’s cheeks again, this time with perfect control of his strength, inflicting only a scorching pain.
Fang Haitao enjoyed humiliating others?
Ye Chenfeng would let him taste this flavor.
Fang Haitao was completely powerless before Ye Chenfeng.
The burning pain on his cheeks fueled his inner rage, but he knew he was no match for Ye Chenfeng and began mumbling an indistinct admission of defeat.
Still don’t want to admit defeat?
Members of the Leap Troop sure are tough guys!
Then I’ll have to continue mistreating your face,” Ye Chenfeng feigned concern, making repeated, intimate contact between his hand and Fang Haitao’s cheek.
“Lin Zhonghu, quickly tell your troop to stop,” Li Zaitian could no longer sit by idly, his previously happy expression clouding over.
Lin Zhonghu chuckled, throwing Li Zaitian’s earlier words back at him: “The competition has clear rules—unless one side admits defeat or passes out, the match isn’t over.
Surely Instructor Li Zaitian doesn’t want to break the rules?”
“You, you—” Li Zaitian stuttered for a long time without being able to spit out a full sentence.
This time, Lin Zhonghu was completely thrilled.
Ye Chenfeng’s actions were right up his alley, and he wanted to see if the Leap Troop would dare to be arrogant after this.