Feng Sibiao's face flushed red as he looked at Yang Ming viciously. He really wanted to slap Yang Ming to death. He didn't expect Yang Ming to be so sinister as to play such a dirty trick, causing him to lose face in front of everyone, yet he couldn't say anything!
"What an idiot. He already gave it to you, yet you still want to snatch it!"
"That's right. What's wrong with showing off his strength?"
"Simple minded with developed limbs!"
"This kind of person is more like a monkey in a circus. It's simply embarrassing here!"
Feng Sibiao's face was cold. He looked at the students below the stage who didn't know if they were dead or alive. He picked up the microphone and said to Yang Ming calmly, "When I fight, I don't like rules. My rule is that there are no rules!"
"Great, I'm the best at having no rules. Have you heard of the Grand Melee? I like to play! " Yang Ming's voice was very loud. Although he didn't have a microphone, it was still loud and clear. The entire audience could hear it, and all of a sudden, Feng Sibiao seemed to be at a disadvantage.
Feng Sibiao frowned. He thought to himself, what's the use of having a loud voice? A singer's voice is loud, but it's not good to fight!
"Hmph, since there are no rules, then life and death are up to fate. If I accidentally hurt you or something, I don't want anyone to pursue this matter!" Feng Sibiao said coldly.
"Great, I was just thinking about whether or not I would have the money to pay for your medical expenses after I cripple you!" Yang Ming was immediately overjoyed and said, "Brother Biao, you're such a good person. You don't even want medical expenses. You came here just to let me practice. That's great! There are very few good people like you who come here just to get beaten up! But then again, even if there are, they would be brainless! "
"Hahahahaha!" Yang Ming's words once again caused the students below the stage to laugh crazily. Yang Ming's words were simply too awesome, making these students feel very good, as if they had vented their anger.
"Everyone knows how to talk fast. Let's see what happens later!" Feng Sibiao sneered, "Feng Jiuneng, take out the disclaimer agreement. One for each person. I'll sign it with him!"
"Alright!" Feng Jiuneng nodded and quickly took out two agreements. One for each person and one for Yang Ming and one for Feng Sibiao.
Yang Ming didn't refuse. He picked up the agreement and looked at it. He saw that the agreement was written with instructions for some problems in the competition. If one party was injured or caused permanent damage, they couldn't pursue and claim for compensation. The two parties competed with the purpose of learning from each other. They were responsible for any problems. They couldn't call the police or sue.
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. As for Feng Sibiao, he obviously knew the content of the agreement in advance. He also signed his own agreement directly. He exchanged it with Yang Ming, signed it with each other, and put it in his pocket.
Feng Sibiao did not expect Yang Ming to sign so quickly. Is it because Yang Ming is too arrogant, or this kid simply does not realize the danger?
But no matter what, it doesn't matter. Since Yang Ming accepted my agreement, he has to bear the consequences! That is a fiasco!
However, the students in the audience were a little angry. Is this Feng Sibiao a master? Otherwise, why did he sign a life and death disclaimer agreement with Yang Ming? This is obviously a heavy blow, and he wants to excuse himself from the heavy blow.
When Yang Ming competed with the vice president of the Taekwondo Club, he did not sign these things. Even if he fought, he did not kill. But this Feng Sibiao seems to want to kill? Thinking of this, the students in the audience were angry.
"This is just a friendly competition. Why sign a life and death agreement?"
"Do you want to play dirty?"
"It's not fair, it's not fair!"
"Yang Ming has agreed. What are you in a hurry for? The emperor is not in a hurry, but the eunuch is! "Feng Jiuneng looked at the students in the audience with some dissatisfaction.
"F * ck your mother, what did you say? Who is the eunuch? "
"This host is obviously a pretentious person. When he gets off the stage, the brothers will go together and beat him up!"
"Yes, this person's words are too mean. Beat him until his mother can't recognize him!"
"I'll participate!"
"I'll participate too!"
"Our XXX dormitory will participate as a group!"
"Our XXX class will participate as a group!"
"Our XXXX department will participate as a group!"
"Including our female army, we will beat him together!"
"He deserves a beating!"
"Huh?" Feng Jiuneng was immediately dumbfounded. What's going on? Why did the situation change so much? What's going on? Why am I getting beaten up?
Feng Sibiao stared at Feng Jiuneng. This guy is simply reaping what he sowed. He has angered the audience. When they get off the stage, they will gang up on you. You won't even know who killed you. Don't you know how powerful the groupies are?
Haven't you heard of those fans rioting? These people are obviously Yang Ming's fans. You scolded them as eunuchs. Isn't that courting death?
She was already angry at you and couldn't find an excuse to beat you up. Now that you've scolded her, she has a reason to beat you to death. The school will definitely do its best to protect the students. It's possible that you'll die for nothing!
Even if you don't die in vain, you are already dead. Nothing can be done!
"Go to the side and stay there." Feng Sibiao waved his hand impatiently, indicating that Feng Jiuneng should get off the stage and not be a hindrance here.
Feng Jiuneng also had the same thought. He already had the intention to leave. These students clearly didn't like him. He was really afraid of getting beaten up!
"Then, please watch the competition. I will give the main stage to the two contestants!" Feng Jiuneng said a sentence. "Please give a warm applause!"
"Get off the stage, get off the stage!"
"Get off the stage and wait for the beating!"
"Hurry up, I'm waiting for you!"
"Brother Yang will fight on the stage. Brother Li, I will beat you on the stage!"
Feng Jiuneng was dumbfounded. Are they really going to beat me? It seems that I won't be able to leave for a while. Let's hide backstage for a while first!
After Feng Jiuneng got off the stage, only Yang Ming and Feng Sibiao were left on the stage.
"Make your move. I will give you five moves." Feng Sibiao looked at Yang Ming with contempt and said disdainfully.
"Oh, there's no need. Just give me a handicap." Yang Ming said casually.
"Hmph, don't talk big." Feng Sibiao sneered. "Five moves is better!"
"I can kill you in one move. You still want me to give you five moves? Do you want me to hit you five times? Wouldn't he beat you to death? "Yang Ming suddenly said with some difficulty.
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