"Hehe, your crippled master, dead is dead."
"What, can’t talk about it?"
Dog scoffed as Yao Wei gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.
"No fun, turns out you’re as cowardly as your master."
"Seems like your Red Country Martial Arts isn’t much either."
Dog’s mockery pierced the heart, and the young man named Yao Wei finally erupted.
"Dog, you can bully me, but you cannot insult my master!"
"If you want to fight, then fight, come on!!"
He shouted, and the boy named Dog smiled smugly, taking advantage of the moment to attack.
A whistling sound erupted, showing the opponent’s swift move, with an impressive momentum.
Chen Feng noticed the clue; this punch had the strength of Bone Training, close to professional second level.
The boy from Chi Country who was hit clearly suffered significant damage, his body staggered nearly to a fall.
"I told you guys you’re no good!"
"Eagle Tiger Martial Arts Hall? Haha, just like that!!"
Dog mocked again, swinging a punch as Yao Wei kept retreating.
The sound of fists and kicks echoed, and the departing convoy inexplicably halted.
Han Chao and the stationed people frowned slightly, glancing over to see Suluo and others with calm expressions, as if they anticipated this.
Another punch, and the young man named Yao Wei stepped back, almost falling.
Dog sneered, stepping forward with a Bombardment Punch, his hand revealing a burst of dark light from the Secret Pattern.
A punch landed squarely on the chest and abdomen, the sound of flesh and bone resonating dully.
But unexpectedly, Yao Wei, who was supposed to fall, endured the pain, dropped his waist and elbow, and launched a punch.
The boy named Dog was too careless, getting hit on the head.
Yao Wei seized the moment to attack fiercely, clenching his teeth while punching, resembling a tiger, an eagle, with a hint of ferocity in his agility.
The situation reversed instantly, Han Chao and others relaxed their brows.
Including Lin Hao, who praised, "This little guy did well...."
"This kid’s got something!"
A group of onlooking Suluo youths attacked simultaneously, punching and kicking, ambushing the nearly victorious Yao Wei.
In a flurry of dense fists and kicks, he could only curl up and cover his head, falling to the ground.
Seeing this, Chen Feng’s expression turned slightly cold.
In his perception, at the front of the stopped convoy at the bend ahead.
A black car window rolled down at some point, and Walon glanced at him, eyes shaded with a challenge.
This is not Chi Country.
The Secret Pattern Martial Arts here, with its high status, is not something you can meddle with or compare to.
The cryptic yet clear implication was picked up by Lin Hao and Zhou Wuren in the convoy who sensed something was off.
This conflict came too coincidentally, too suddenly.
As if it was a well-prepared drama.
Resolutely looking over, a storm of punching and kicking continued.
"Break his bones for me!"
In the shouting and cursing, the sign of the Eagle Tiger Martial Arts Hall was taken down by Dog, about to be maliciously kicked apart.
Chen Feng frowned, but soon he relaxed his brows.
The Tiger Roar resounded, and the knocked-down boy exploded with willpower, rising up, sweeping aside several close-in individuals, while simultaneously kicking Dog away.
Several Suluo youths crashed into the distant basketball hoop and wall, spitting out a large mouthful of blood.
The situation turned instantly, the young man named Yao Wei staggered near exhaustion, but even so, he still firmly protected the martial hall plaque he caught.
In an instant, Walon’s face in the convoy darkened.
Chen Feng met his gaze, perceiving some hidden details around him.
Expressionless, only the scorn in his eyes rose intensely.