Xiao Luo dashed forward like a beast in human form, knocking one of the mixed martial arts club members into the air. The man felt as if he had been hit by a speeding car. He landed heavily in front of Zhao Xinghe and Du Pengfei, his stomach churning. He opened his mouth and vomited.
Zhao Xinghe and Du Pengfei were so shocked that they couldn't even speak. Their palms were sweating. They had thought that they could beat Xiao Luo up no matter what, but now, Xiao Luo was so fierce that they couldn't see any hope of winning.
Xiao Luo stood tall like an evil god, full of murderous intent. Around him were 20 or 30 people lying on the ground.
"I treated you like humans, but you insisted on treating me like dogs. I told you before that I would only beat a dog that bites. I'll beat it until it's afraid of me and trembles at the sight of me!"
His eyes were full of provocation and contempt. His murderous intent could even be felt in the air. They quickly dodged and rushed to other places.
The surrounding mixed martial arts club members were sweating profusely. For the first time, they knew what fear was.
The boy with the earring, who was lying on the ground, gritted his teeth and roared, "What are you afraid of? Kill him!"
Several of his loyal followers picked up long sticks from the Taekwondo Association and rushed toward Xiao Luo, shouting and yelling.
The others followed suit. One after another, they used props from other clubs as weapons and rushed toward Xiao Luo like a tidal wave. After all, they were all young and impetuous people. Under the influence of anger, they didn't hold back at all. It would be normal for them to beat someone to death.
"Xiao Luo, go to hell!"
The two men at the front raised their sticks and smashed them toward Xiao Luo's head with ferocious expressions.
Without waiting for their sticks to hit him, Xiao Luo snorted softly. Like a phantom, he passed through the gap between the two men in an instant and closed in on them. His outstretched arms were like cast iron, and with the force of a tsunami, he slammed into their chests.
"Ah!"
With two screams, the two men were thrown back like kites with their strings cut. They knocked down four or five mixed martial arts club members behind them.
"Again!"
Xiao Luo had an excited smile on his face. Like a tiger that had broken into a flock of sheep, he stirred up a storm among the mixed martial arts club members.
Although the mixed martial arts club members had wooden sticks, wooden planks, and nunchakus, they posed no threat to Xiao Luo.
When Xiao Luo broke the wooden stick with a punch and his fist ferociously hit the chest of the person holding the stick; when Xiao Luo kicked the wooden board three to four centimeters thick, sending the person flying with countless wood shavings; when Xiao Luo reached out and grabbed the nunchaku and mercilessly greeted them …
These young and arrogant mixed martial arts club members, who usually walked around Huaye like crabs, were all terrified. Xiao Luo was ruthlessly destroying their sense of superiority.
Zhao Xinghe and Du Pengfei were already on the ground. The former's back was hit by Xiao Luo's nunchakus, and it was like he had been whipped. The latter's thigh was kicked, and he couldn't feel anything in his thigh for a moment. He could only tremble and convulse in pain.
It didn't take long for eighty to ninety members of the mixed martial arts club to fall to the ground, wailing in pain. The remaining dozen or so members shrank back, their faces filled with fear. Although the sticks in their hands were pointed at Xiao Luo, their hands were trembling violently.
Xiao Luo was too scary and too domineering. More than a hundred people had been beaten to a pulp by him. What kind of power was this?
The members of the other clubs around them were dumbfounded. They felt their mouths go dry, and they swallowed several times. They had never imagined that things would turn out this way.
"Come at me again!"
Xiao Luo's eyes swept provocatively across the remaining dozen or so mixed martial arts club members. Although he had controlled his strength, some of the club members were still beaten to a pulp. Blood splattered everywhere, and his clothes were mottled with blood, making him look evil and awe-inspiring. "More than a hundred people gathered together to form a mixed martial arts club, and you think you're so great? You think you're the king of the school? You're like the hooligans in society, and you beat up whoever you don't like. Do you feel a sense of accomplishment? Let me tell you now: you're a bunch of trash, a bunch of scum who wear the title of university students! "
Every word was sonorous, echoing in the huge training ground.
The remaining dozen or so members of the mixed martial arts club instinctively threw away the weapons in their hands. Their bodies stiffened, and they looked at Xiao Luo in horror.
"We don't want to fight anymore. We … we admit defeat …"
These people raised their hands in surrender, just like they often did in TV dramas. Faced with Xiao Luo, who was like a monster, they felt fear from the depths of their souls, and their bodies trembled.
Xiao Luo laughed mockingly. "You say you're going to fight, and you say you're not going to fight. Why should I?"
With a final roar, Xiao Luo threw the nunchaku in his hand with all his might. The nunchaku hit the wall, and the chain connecting the two sticks snapped. The nunchaku fell to the ground in two pieces.
This deterrent force made everyone present tremble in fear!
The dozen or so mixed martial arts club members fell to their knees with a thud, their faces pale. They were really scared. Xiao Luo was their worst nightmare at this moment.
"Xiao Luo, enough is enough. They've already admitted defeat. Don't go too far!" a boy in a white training uniform said, pointing at Xiao Luo.
Xiao Luo glanced at him indifferently. "You're also from the mixed martial arts club?"
"I'm the president of the Taekwondo Association, Wu Yunlong. Today, you …" the boy in the white training uniform revealed his identity.
"Since you're not from the mixed martial arts club, you have no right to speak. Just stand aside and don't worry about me!" Xiao Luo waved his hand and interrupted him. Then, he walked step by step towards the dozen or so members of the mixed martial arts club who were scared out of their wits.
Wu Yunlong was furious. He was the president of the Taekwondo Association, and even the instructors at Huaye had to give him some face. But Xiao Luo didn't give him any face at all. This made him gnash his teeth in anger.
"Then I'll fight you!"
With a roar, he took four or five steps forward. When he was about three or four meters away from Xiao Luo, he leaped high into the air and threw a flying kick at Xiao Luo's head.
His jumping power was astonishing, and his speed was swift. A strong wind whistled through the air!
"Another one who wants to be a dog!"
Xiao Luo's face turned cold. He leaned back and dodged Wu Yunlong's flying kick. Then, using his body as an axis, he twisted forcefully to the left. His right palm struck Wu Yunlong's chest with ferocious force.
Wu Yunlong was immediately sent flying backward. He fell to the ground with a thud, and a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
One move. He had defeated the president of the Taekwondo Association with just one move!
The members of the other clubs felt their hair stand on end uncontrollably. They had previously expressed their doubts about Xiao Luo on the forum, but at this moment, they had undoubtedly received a subversive slap in the face.
"President!"
Several presidents of the Taekwondo Association rushed forward and helped Wu Yunlong to his feet.
"Who else wants to fight me? Step forward, and I'll satisfy all of you! "
Xiao Luo's sharp gaze swept over the members of the other societies around him. Those who were swept by his gaze all lowered their heads.
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