"Are all people in the Star Alliance so weak?"
Han Feng's words were like a thunder exploding in the assessment hall.
Zhao Ze, who was kneeling down and looking as dull as a "wood sculpture", woke up instantly.
"You...what did you say!"
Zhao Ze struggled to get up, but the gun on his shoulder was as heavy as a mountain, weighing him down so that he could not even stand up, let alone stand up.
Zhao Ze couldn't help but glared at Han Feng angrily, but although his eyes were fierce, he couldn't hide his fierce expression and inner sorrow.
Looking at the young figure holding a gun with one hand in front of him, Zhao Ze couldn't help but feel deep horror in his heart.
He never thought that he would be defeated by an intermediate disciple from Qianshan, and that he would be defeated in such a humiliating way without even being able to withstand a single move from the opponent.
Looking at the disbelieving looks from all around the arena, Zhao Ze felt his cheeks burning and wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.
Although he was filled with reluctance, Zhao Ze finally took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and said, "You...passed the test!"
After saying that, Zhao Ze wanted to get up and leave here immediately.
However, the gun on his shoulder was still as heavy as a mountain, preventing him from moving at all.
"The assessment is over, what else do you want to do?" Zhao Ze glared at Han Feng angrily.
Han Feng still put the spear on Zhao Ze's shoulder, but with a playful smile on his face: "Is it over when you say it's over?
I remember that the rules of the assessment are that the challenger must fight the assessor for five rounds before he passes the assessment. Now I have only made one move. If it can barely be counted as one round, there are still four rounds, so please continue, brother. Can you teach me? "
As soon as he said this, Zhao Ze couldn't help but change his expression. In his current state, he couldn't even stand up, so how could he fight with the opponent for four rounds.
Feeling ashamed and annoyed, Zhao Ze couldn't help but look cold and said: "Han Feng, don't go too far!
I admit that I lost this battle, but if you completely offend our Star Alliance, do you think you will still have a foothold in Tiannan College? "
Hearing this, Han Feng's lips curved into a sinister smile, and the force of the spear in his hand suddenly intensified, directly pressing Zhao Ze's body to bend suddenly, and he struggled to hold his hands on the ground.
"Are you threatening me?"
Han Feng stared at Zhao Ze with cold eyes, and an extremely strong evil aura emitted from his body inadvertently.
After going through the trials on the coastal battlefield, Han Feng killed countless sea monsters. Even the monster general-level sea monsters he killed were counted in hundreds. The evil energy condensed on his body was naturally extraordinary.
As soon as this evil spirit was released, Zhao Ze couldn't help but shudder. He felt like he had fallen into an ice cellar, and a biting chill spread throughout his body.
There was an inexplicable panic in his heart. For a moment, he didn't dare to look at Han Feng. He said with some apprehension: "You...what do you want?"
Han Feng sneered, but it was playful: "Didn't you just want to force my brother to shout, "The Batian Gang is rubbish, long live the Star Alliance."
This idea is very good. I also want to hear you shout it in front of everyone. As long as it satisfies me, the next four rounds will be waived. "
As soon as he said this, Zhao Ze's face became even more ugly, but then he shook his head firmly and said: "Don't even think about it!"
Han Feng sneered: "It seems that you are also a tough guy. I want to see if it's your mouth that's tougher or your bones that are tougher!"
After the words fell, Han Feng shook the spear in his hand, and a huge force poured from the tail of the gun, instantly transferred to the head of the gun, and poured on Zhao Ze's shoulder.
"boom……!"
"Kacha...!"
There was only a heart-wrenching sound, and Zhao Ze tilted his body, his entire right shoulder collapsed instantly, and he let out a scream like a slaughtered pig.
In just a moment, Zhao Ze felt that the bones of his right shoulder, from the shoulder blade up, had been broken every inch.
Moreover, a sharp and incomparable force of gold and yuan poured into the arm, as if thousands of needles were piercing the arm, causing severe pain and excruciating pain.
Cold sweat instantly broke out on Zhao Ze's forehead, his face was painful and ferocious, and his whole body was trembling.
Han Feng, on the other hand, was as if he hadn't seen him. The spear flashed and appeared on his left shoulder again.
"Three rounds left."
Han Feng spoke indifferently, and the voice without any emotion in the ears of everyone present could not help but feel a chill.
Looking at the expressionless and delicate face in front of him, Zhao Ze felt as if he had seen a cold and bloodthirsty "ferocious beast", and he was terrified in his heart.
However, he knew very well that if he followed Han Feng's request and shouted those words in public, the consequences would not be something he could bear.
For a moment, Zhao Ze was caught in a dilemma, struggling internally.
But just as he hesitated for a moment, Han Feng's eyes flashed coldly, and he fired his spear mercilessly.
"Kacha...!"
"ah……!"
There was another wail of pain, and Zhao Ze's left shoulder collapsed. His originally pale cheeks instantly turned purple, veins on his forehead popped out, and his body spasmed in pain.
But Han Feng moved the spear indifferently and leaned it against his left leg. The cold tip of the spear had penetrated into his thigh muscles, and Han Feng spoke again.
"Two rounds left."
Once again exposed to Han Feng's cold and ruthless gaze, Zhao Ze's body couldn't help but tremble violently, and his body and mind were wrapped in a great terror.
Before Han Feng could take action again, he finally broke down and shouted.
"I...I shouted...!"
Han Feng was speechless and just looked at him coldly.
Zhao Ze did not dare to hesitate at all, and shouted in a trembling voice: "The Star Alliance...are all...all rubbish, Ba...Batian Gang, long...long live!"
After shouting this short sentence, Zhao Ze seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and his whole body instantly collapsed to the ground like a puddle of mud.
Seeing this, Han Feng finally put away the spear in his hand and immediately turned to look at Instructor Chen in the corner of the ring.
"Teacher, have I passed the test?"
"Well……"
Instructor Chen was still in a daze, but when he suddenly heard Han Feng ask a question, he was startled and couldn't help but nodded.
"When...of course it passes, I will replace your disciple token right now."
After a while, Han Feng received the senior disciple token, and then he led everyone from the Batian Gang to leave the assessment hall.
Before leaving the house, Han Feng suddenly turned back and looked in the direction of the ring.
At this moment, the eight people who had been knocked off the ring by Han Feng had returned to the ring and helped up the dying Zhao Ze.
Seeing Han Feng's gaze, several people were filled with fear.
But Han Feng just left a sentence calmly.
"Go back and tell Murong Xing and Tian Mubei that I will settle the accounts with them slowly!"
(PS: Two updates today. I see that everyone has been crazy about updating. Thank you very much for your support. In fact, I also want to write more, because the more I write, the more money I will get, but some plots are not smooth, so I am very worried. It’s tangled, and the update speed is also relatively slow. I’ll give it a try once more, and once the plot goes smoothly, I will try my best to become an emotionless “coding machine”!)
