"What? Xiao Luo is causing trouble in my mixed martial arts club?"
Song Jianan had already returned to his dormitory when he received a phone call. His expression changed drastically. He tossed his backpack to the dormitory manager and ran toward the mixed martial arts club.
By the time he arrived, he saw his club members lying on the ground, groaning in pain. None of them were standing. Xiao Luo was sitting cross-legged in the club's exclusive ring, his right hand resting on his chin as he leisurely scanned his surroundings. When he saw Song Jianan arrive, he stood up.
"Song Jianan, you're a little late," Xiao Luo said calmly.
"Xiao Luo, you're courting death!"
Song Jianan's angry roar swept through the training ground. He tore off his black singlet in anger, revealing his muscular upper body. His explosive power seemed ready to burst out at any moment.
"Arghhh!"
Song Jianan charged toward the ring as if he were running a hundred-meter race. His momentum shocked the entire audience. As he approached the ring, he stomped his feet on the ground and twisted his body in the air. He made a quick, gorgeous 360-degree turn and swept over the ring's protective ropes. His right leg, like a steel whip, brought with it an unparalleled momentum. His murderous intent and ferocious strength surged like a giant wave toward Xiao Luo.
There was no holding back, no mercy!
Song Jianan's martial arts foundation, which he had painstakingly trained for twenty years, exploded in an instant. This kind of move was gorgeous, fierce, and domineering. It shocked everyone present, and they all stared in horror.
Xiao Luo lowered his body slightly. His hands rotated as he attacked, accurately intercepting Song Jianan's attack. There was a dull sound of collision, and Xiao Luo was sent flying by the power surging from Song Jianan's leg. His back touched the floor of the ring, and he slid two or three meters away. He almost slipped out of the ring under the protective ropes.
Heavens, this … this is Song Jianan's strength?
The members of the other clubs subconsciously held their breaths. The fierce Xiao Luo had always been in an invincible state. This was the first time they had seen him being sent flying and at a disadvantage.
On the other hand, the mixed martial arts club members seemed to have been injected with a stimulant. Their spirits were lifted, and the boy with the earring shouted loudly for Song Jianan, "Good job, Brother An! Kill that bastard! Kill him!"
Song Jianan was seething with anger. He pointed at Xiao Luo and said fiercely, "Xiao Luo, if you can walk out of here in one piece, I, Song Jianan, will change my surname to yours!"
His tone was arrogant and full of confidence.
Xiao Luo slowly got up from the ground and chuckled. "Aren't you afraid that you'll bite your tongue if you say such absolute words?"
"F * ck off!"
A sharp roar exploded from the tip of his tongue as Song Jianan charged forward like a wild bull.
His iron fists were like the wind, and his attacks were fierce. It was as if all the strength in his body had been concentrated in his hands and feet. Every time he collided with Xiao Luo, a terrifying force swept unreservedly toward him.
His body spun, and his fierce and fierce attacks forced Xiao Luo to retreat. His iron fists rained down like a storm, and his strong body, like a black bear, contained a terrifying explosive power. His attacks were not only wild and fierce, but also extremely aggressive. His moves were also tricky and ruthless, bringing an unparalleled visual impact to the onlookers.
Everyone present stared with wide eyes at the two men fighting fiercely in the ring, but almost all of their attention was focused on the shadows of Song Jianan's iron fists and legs.
"I thought you were an opponent worthy of my full strength, but it turns out that this is all you've got!"
After forty to fifty consecutive fierce attacks, Song Jianan stomped his feet on the ground and leaped onto a pillar in the corner of the ring. Without any pause, he flew up again, and with an elbow strike from three meters in the air, he viciously struck Xiao Luo's head.
At this moment, his jumping ability and offensive power were maximized. If a person had been lying on the ground and received such an elbow strike, even if they didn't die, they would be crippled.
Xiao Luo crossed his arms over his head in a defensive posture.
BOOM!
Song Jianan landed like a landslide, like a meteor crashing to the ground. His terrifying power surged like a raging wave, and the flow of the air suddenly accelerated, forming a whistling wind.
Xiao Luo's body flew backward like a cannonball. Because he was so fast, his C-shaped body flew out between the two ring ropes. Then, like a speeding car, he lost control and crashed to the ground two or three meters away from the ring.
The club members present were all stunned. They had always heard that Song Jianan was a real martial artist, and that he was as strong as a black bear, but they had never seen him fight with their own eyes. Now that they saw it with their own eyes, they truly understood how terrifying Song Jianan was.
He really was a black bear!
The mixed martial arts club members were so happy that they temporarily forgot about their injuries. But Xiao Luo, who was lying motionless on the ground, made them worry. They thought to themselves, This guy couldn't have been beaten to death by Brother An, could he?
"You hit my friend and stole my woman. Xiao Luo, just based on these two things, you're doomed to end up like this today. I heard that a few days ago, you were still boasting shamelessly that you wanted to cripple one of my hands. Now that you've been beaten into a dead dog by me, how are you going to cripple me?" Song Jianan laughed coldly, his face full of ridicule.
"Hmph, hmph, hmph, hmph …"
Xiao Luo's shoulders suddenly trembled slightly, and a cold, sharp laugh came from him. It was like the sneer of a devil, and the temperature of the entire training ground dropped to freezing point. Everyone present felt a heartfelt shudder from the bottom of their souls.
Song Jianan's heart also trembled, and the expression on his face froze.
At that moment, Xiao Luo's body moved, and he slowly climbed up from the ground. At that moment, it was as if a bloodthirsty demon had broken out of hell, and a cold, gloomy aura instantly filled every corner of the training ground.
"Let's go again!"
Stretching his neck left and right, Xiao Luo strode toward the ring.
With every step he took, the aura of his body rose sharply. Everyone present felt a great pressure, and their eyes widened as they stared at him blankly.
Xiao Luo lifted the rope and stepped into the ring. Once again, he stood in the ring.
His hair was black and shiny, and his eyebrows were dashing. His black eyes were sharp, and he was tall and slender, but not boorish at all. He stood there like a proud and aloof eagle, looking down on the world and the crowd with disdain.
"You … you're not hurt?"
Song Jianan's expression changed. It was a miracle that Xiao Luo didn't faint after taking his full blow. But looking at how easily Xiao Luo walked and jumped onto the ring, it seemed like he wasn't in any discomfort at all.
The others were also shocked. Song Jianan's elbow attack was something that few people in Jiangcheng City could withstand. Xiao Luo had blocked it with his arms and was unscathed. How was that possible?
Was this guy really a monster?
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