Chapter Eighty-One: Fury
Everyone was shocked and amazed, all the students around me grew up with big mouths.
It may be because Zhao Ling's sentence contained a lot of information, so many people's eyes revealed a strange expression.
Bully? What kind of bully is it?
It suddenly made many people's minds wander.
Zhao Kuang's face also changed at once, and he looked in the direction Zhao Ling was pointing, his eyes fixed on Han Feng.
"How dare you bully my sister."
Zhao Kuang took a few steps forward, looking down at Han Feng with a condescending attitude, his palm making a cracking sound.
Han Feng was taken aback for a moment, then shouted: "What's wrong with you, it's just a normal competition, there are rules to win or lose, how did I bully her? I'm a decent person, okay?"
As he spoke, Han Feng shook his head, and that was how confident he was.
But apparently this set of tricks was useless in front of Zhao Kuo.
"With a loud and powerful voice, Zhao Kuai said: 'I hate arguing with people the most. Anyway, you dare to bully my sister, that's asking for death.'"
Zhao Kuo directly threw a punch down without saying a word.
Han Feng's reaction was extremely swift, and he immediately drew out the Bishui Changtian Sword, holding it horizontally to block.
A crisp sound, in an instant, Han Feng's Bi Shui Chang Tian sword curved to an exaggerated arc. Han Feng retreated several steps, his body swaying, his face flushed red, and his blood boiling.
"You're a big shot, aren't you? You're lecturing me like I'm one of your ancestors. Well, if that's the case, then I won't be reasonable either."
Han Feng drew his sword and rushed forward, releasing a powerful slash. The Bishui Longtian Sword emitted a faint glow.
Zhao Kuang coldly sneered: "A young whippersnapper who hasn't even cultivated to the outer boundary, also dares to be arrogant in front of me."
Another fist was struck out, and a powerful explosion burst forth in an instant. The entire arm was shrouded in a black aura, and a clear tiger's roar sounded.
Lu Fan whispered "this is bad", this punch's power probably can't be withstood by Han Feng shixiong.
But just as he was about to make his move, two bronze puppets beside him simultaneously inserted two long guns in front of him, blocking his path.
"Martial artists compete, outsiders must not intervene."
The two bronze puppets spoke in unison. The powerful force shattered the ground, and Lu Fan also had to retreat a step back, secretly gritting his teeth.
Han Feng's sword accurately and unerringly chopped onto Zhao Kuo's fist.
The two sides collided, and sparks flew out from where their fists and swords met.
Han Feng's body was instantly blocked, and his feet sank deeply into the ground.
The whistling sound blew Han Feng's collar flying, his face twisted.
Zhao Kuang let out a low shout, and his fist suddenly exploded with powerful energy.
Explosive Fist!
Han Feng was immediately blown away and heavily fell to the ground.
Zhao Kuang strode forward with large steps and coldly snorted: "With this bit of strength, you still dare to bully my sister, how ridiculous!"
With one punch, Zhao Kuang smashed towards Han Feng who was falling to the ground.
Many people around couldn't bear to watch, as Zhao Kuo's inner seven-layered realm was pitted against the outer three-layered realm, and it was clear that only a tragic outcome awaited.
In Hengshan Temple, who doesn't know, Hei Hu Zhao Kuang.
Just as the fist was about to strike, a strong gust of energy swept across Han Feng's cheek, causing it to sting.
A carp leaped up, and Han Feng narrowly dodged Zhao Kuo's fist. At the same time, he kicked out with one foot.
This kick was silent and ordinary, yet it gave people a thrilling feeling.
Lu Fan narrowed his eyes, he knew that this was Han Feng's senior brother's transformed footwork, possessing earth-level martial skills' lethal power.
Zhao Kuo did not dodge and almost looked down on Han Feng as he kicked him with one foot.
The disciples of Yokoyama Temple are all focused on physical training, and none of them have a weak body. A single kick is nothing to be taken seriously.
A loud crash.
Zhao Kuo's face suddenly changed, blood flew out, and a wound like a sword cut appeared on his chest.
Zhao Kuo retreated several steps, unable to imagine that his robust body had been kicked and injured by someone.
Looking down at his own wound, Zhao Kuo's eyes changed slightly, and his face turned solemn.
Han Feng stood still, panting heavily. Damn it, this kick only left the opponent lightly injured. The warriors of Yokoyama Institute were really a bunch of muscle-brained idiots.
"You actually managed to hurt me, I underestimated you. Report your name. I don't fight with unknown people."
Zhao Kuang took Zheng's words seriously.
"Shut up, you bastard! You've been hitting me for so long and still dare to scold me? I'm the one who's going to put up a monument. Remember, I'm Han Feng of Yuan Yuan Academy!"
Han Feng's harsh scolding caused Zhao Kuo's face to twist in a fit of rage.
The other disciples were all stunned, that Zhao Kuo's strength in the Inner Boundary could actually harm someone in the Outer Boundary. This strength is not weak!
"Han Feng, I'm going to rip your tongue out, you damn bastard."
As he spoke, Zhao Kuang's entire body relaxed and a layer of white aura emerged, wrapping around his body like a martial artist's uniform.
The solid-colored clothes made Zhao Kuang look majestic and powerful all over.
With his fist clenched, Zhao Kuang suddenly threw a punch at Han Feng from afar.
"Hu Bao's strength!"
A wave of air fluctuated in the midst, spanning a distance of at least ten zhangs, and Zhao Kuo's aura still lingered on Han Feng's body.
A low hum, Han Feng flew two zhangs away.
Zhao Kuang took a big step forward, his foot stomping out a huge deep pit on the ground, and then he punched out.
"Tiger Guards the Mountain Forest!"
His entire body's pent-up energy suddenly released, a clear white tiger burst out, bringing with it a thunderous roar that violently collided with Han Feng's body.
Han Feng gritted his teeth and persisted, determined not to fall.
The palm of his hand cracked like a tiger's mouth, and his clothes fluttered with a rustling sound.
Suddenly, the powerful white tiger also exploded.
A loud crash, Han Feng fell to the ground. Lu Fan's eyelids twitched violently. He rushed out in a hurry, helped Han Feng up, and took out a Ming Jing Dan from his waistband, directly feeding it to Han Feng. After all, it was a fourth-grade medicinal pill, which still had some healing effect.
The people around were stunned, their eyes did not fall on Han Feng's body, but fell on Zhao Kou's body.
A thread of fresh blood dripped from Zhao Kuang's forehead. The Bi Shui Chang Tian sword behind him was stuck in the stone slab, buzzing with a humming sound. Just a little bit more and he would have been pierced through the skull by the Bi Shui Chang Tian sword. Turning his head to look at the sword behind him, a drop of cold sweat also fell from Zhao Kuang's forehead.
At the moment of White Tiger's explosion, Han Feng threw out his sword.
No one saw the trajectory of the sword, but only saw the scar on Zhao Kuang's forehead.
"This little guy..."
Zhao Kuo couldn't utter a single harsh word, which clearly showed that the other side was showing mercy. If this were a battle of life and death, he would already be dead.
The students next to him swallowed a mouthful of saliva. This guy named Han Feng really has some skills.
Zhao Kuai's face turned red and white, almost getting himself killed by a little kid from the inner city, he felt extremely humiliated, turned around and pulled Zhao Ling to leave.
Just then, there was a sound behind him.
"You hit someone and think you can just walk away?"
Turning his head, Zhao Kuo saw Lu Fan's angry face, and at the same time, he also felt a sharp aura like a divine soldier.
"So what do you want?"
Zhao Kuo said in a cold voice.
Lu Fan drew out the heavy sword behind him, his face filled with anger, and said word by word: "You dare to hit my senior brother, you're asking for death."
