"Bah bang bang...!"
The square in front of Tiannan College is the arena where the two colleges compete.
A series of explosions were heard from the arena, the sound was clear and loud, like thunder, and even had some kind of exciting rhythm like percussion.
In the center of the ring, Song Qingshu finally came to his senses after being beaten like a storm by Han Feng.
While screaming repeatedly, he struggled with all his strength, trying to stand up.
However, Han Feng's foot on his chest was like a mountain bearing down on him. No matter how hard he struggled, it was of no avail.
So Song Qingshu could only work hard to gather his spiritual power, hoping to repel Han Feng.
However, Han Feng's big hands were not only ferocious in strength, but also carried a violent energy with each slap.
These energies rushed into his body arrogantly, instantly disintegrating his uncondensed spiritual power.
Unable to struggle and unable to gather energy, Song Qingshu reached out and wanted to attack Han Feng with the folding fan, but the folding fan had already been blown away to who knows where.
So Song Qingshu's end was very tragic. He was suddenly hit by this violent storm of slaps, destroying about half of the incense stick's time.
When Han Feng stopped, Song Qingshu beneath him was like a puddle of mud, paralyzed to the ground, and his appearance changed drastically.
From the handsome and spotless handsome boy before, he has turned into a "big-headed doll" with a seriously out-of-proportion figure.
At this moment, Song Qingshu's originally handsome cheeks had been completely fanned into pig heads by Han Feng, and his eyes were as swollen as walnuts, leaving only two faintly visible gaps.
At the same time, the cheeks on both sides were also swollen, and the skin color was white and rosy, with bluish tints in the red.
The surface was even more shiny and shiny, and could be broken by blows. Tears, nosebleeds, etc. were all over the face.
So much so that Song Qingshu's legs and crotch were soaked with moisture, and he was whipped so hard that he lost control of himself on the spot...
At this moment, the word "miserable" alone is not enough to describe Song Qingshu, it is completely "unable to look directly at".
At the same time, there was already a dead silence under the arena.
Especially those female disciples from Tianyuan Academy who just cheered and shouted for Song Qingshu and expressed their love loudly.
At this moment, looking at Song Qingshu who was no longer human in the ring, everyone was dumbfounded and silent.
After a long time, someone finally spoke up.
"This...how is this possible? Senior Brother Song actually...lost."
"No...this is not Senior Brother Song at all. Senior Brother Song is so handsome, how could it be this pig head!"
"Yes, this "pig head" is definitely not my Senior Brother Song, you bastard, give me back my Senior Brother Song!"
…
Some voices gradually came out from the crowd. This was the last stubbornness of Song Qingshu's loyal fans!
On the ring, after hearing these comments, Song Qingshu completely lost his strength and collapsed on the ring, with two lines of desperate tears left in the corners of his eyes.
Immediately, he used all his strength to look at Han Feng standing in front of him with the only gap in his eyes, and spoke with difficulty.
"Why...why?"
Song Qingshu couldn't understand that he and Han Feng had no hatred or grudges. They treated each other with courtesy after coming to power.
Even just now, the two of them were reciting poems, which could be regarded as an elegant and interesting thing of "making friends through literature".
But why would the other party suddenly become violent and attack him so viciously, destroying his beauty and breaking his glorious image in front of thousands of girls in the academy? This is simply more uncomfortable than killing him.
Therefore, Song Qingshu must figure out why.
Faced with Song Qingshu's complex gaze of doubt, resentment, confusion...
Han Feng had a look of guilt on his face and sighed.
"Brother Song, I'm really sorry.
I forgot to tell you, I hate it the most when others steal my limelight and compose better poems than me when I am reciting poems.
This would make me lose face. Every time like this, I would feel itchy and want to slap someone. "
When Song Qingshu heard this, his eyes couldn't help but widen a little, and he pointed at Han Feng with a trembling hand.
"you……"
Before Song Qingshu could speak, Han Feng apologized again.
"Actually, I just wanted to slap you randomly, but there are two names I hate the most in my life, one is "Yin Zhiping" and the other is "Song Qingshu".
Unfortunately, your name is "Song Qingshu", so I can't control myself, sorry! "
After hearing this last sentence, Song Qingshu was completely stunned.
He never dreamed that the reason why he ended up in such a miserable end was actually because of his name.
At this moment, seeing the apologetic young man in front of him again, Song Qingshu couldn't help but feel a biting chill in his heart.
No wonder this person's nickname is "The Demon Cult Leader". This guy is not a human at all, he is a complete demon!
However, Song Qingshu did not wait for the opportunity to express his complaint and condemnation.
The "devil" in his eyes could no longer control himself. He raised a big hand and slapped him down again!
"Snapped……!"
This slap hit Song Qingshu hard on the face, sending him flying across the air and hitting the large light screen, causing him to faint on the spot.
Looking at Song Qingshu who fell to the ground, Han Feng looked at his palms again and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.
"Hey...it feels so good."
…
At this moment, the whole place fell into dead silence again.
After a few breaths of silence, Tiannan College suddenly burst into cheers and cheers!
"Wow... I won, Senior Brother Han won!"
"That's great, well done to Senior Brother Han!"
"Senior Brother Han is mighty, the new king is invincible!"
…
Although this battle in the ring was unexpected from start to finish.
However, this does not affect the fact that Han Feng won, and it was a crushing victory!
At this moment, in this arena competition, the disciples of Tiannan College, who had been in a low-pressure state and whose momentum was getting increasingly sluggish, finally had a chance to be released.
The sound of cheers and applause instantly flooded Qianshan Square.
While the crowd cheered, some intermediate disciples in Tiannan College who were still skeptical about Han Feng finally gave up their doubts at this moment.
Song Qingshu's strength was obvious to everyone in the last competition.
Even within the realm of Chen-level Nine Stars, a realm with a huge gap in strength, this person is definitely considered a first-rate master.
However, for such a strong man, it only took a short time from Han Feng's attack to the moment he lost his fighting power.
Although it is not ruled out that Han Feng suddenly made a move and caught the opponent by surprise.
But through this battle, Han Feng also proved his strength to the academy's intermediate disciple circle.
Han Feng's victory boosted the spirits of the students at Tiannan College, and also put smiles on the faces of the serious-looking senior college officials.
No one said anything, but they all felt in their hearts that this battle was too relieving.
Especially Han Feng's hearty and hearty slaps, like a violent storm, released everyone's long-suffering mood.
In comparison, the faces of the senior officials of Tianyuan College were not so good-looking.
In this battle, our disciples barely had the strength to fight back. They were slapped in the face and knocked unconscious. Everyone felt their faces burning, as if they had been slapped in the face.
Zhou Shan's face also darkened slightly, and he felt a little unhappy.
But at this moment, Gu Xuanji stepped forward and said to Zhou Shan with a smile.
"Fellow Daoist Zhou, why do you have to look so ugly? Victory and defeat are common matters for military officers.
Besides, this Han Feng is only a Chen-level cultivator, and there are two fake star-level experts in your academy.
It is expected that it would not be difficult to send anyone randomly to defeat Han Feng. "
Hearing this, Zhou Shan's mouth twitched slightly. How could his city not know that the other party's words were not only a counterattack against his previous ridicule.
At the same time, it is also a "method to stimulate generals", allowing him to continue sending a Chen-level nine-star disciple in the next game.
Although Zhou Shan really wanted to send a fake star realm disciple to kill Han Feng in the ring.
But using one's realm to overwhelm others will not result in a glorious victory, nor will it have the effect of suppressing the opponent's morale.
Zhou Shan hesitated for a moment, and finally gave the order again, sending the last "Chen-level nine-star" strongman in the team who had not participated in the battle to take the stage to fight Han Feng.
(PS: Four updates today!)
