The streets of Mingwu Village were narrow to begin with. Now that it was the Martial Arts Temple Fair, it was crowded with people.
Both parties walked face to face, and there was no way to avoid each other. Zhuang Kaigang saw him and Chang Xiaoe at a glance.
"Why are you here?"
As soon as he saw him, Zhuang Kaigang frowned.
"Hello, Mr. Chuang."
Pei Feng nodded at him indifferently, but he had no intention of answering. He and Chang Xiaoe slowly walked past him.
Zhuang Kaigang's face darkened.
Pei Feng's answer seemed polite, but it was obvious that he was arrogant.
Putting aside his relationship with Zhuang Feiyu, he was considered his elder. How dare he ignore an elder's question and refuse to answer!
He was surrounded by friends in public, so it was not appropriate for him to say anything. He took a deep look at Pei Feng and Chang Xiaoe, who was beside him, and walked over.
Behind him, a middle-aged man dressed like a nouveau riche and wearing sunglasses asked, "Zhuang Dao, who is this kid?"
"Oh, he's the son of a friend of mine. I don't know why he's here. I think he came here without telling his father."
Zhuang Kaigang gave a perfunctory reply.
"I think he also sneaked here to watch the annual competition. These kids nowadays are crazy about this kind of underground fighting competition."
The man in sunglasses chuckled and said, "You don't say. This kid's girlfriend is really pretty. If you didn't know her, I would have snatched her away."
Zhuang Kaigang didn't say a word. His face was so gloomy that it was about to drip water.
Pei Feng came to Mingwu Village alone, and he even brought a beautiful girl with him. It seemed that the two of them were quite close. It went without saying what their relationship was.
His daughter was infatuated with this kid. He didn't expect that this kid, who looked serious, was actually a womanizing scumbag. How could he not be angry when he thought of this?
If it weren't for his friend's presence, he would have given him a tight slap to save face.
Seeing this scene, Zhuang Kaigang's impression of Pei Feng was completely ruined.
…
On the other side, Pei Feng and Chang Xiaoe came to a place full of fighting arenas. Chang Xiaoe pulled him into the crowd without any explanation and went to watch.
There wasn't much to see in the martial arts performance. There were many people watching arm wrestling and wrestling, but the most eye-catching one was the challenge ring.
The one guarding the ring was a burly, muscular, and bald man who was more than 1.9 meters tall.
The rules of the challenge were written on a wooden sign at the side — the bet for each challenge must be at least 500, with no upper limit. If you fall out of the ring or raise your hands to surrender, you will lose. If you win, the prize will be 10 times the bet.
This challenge ring had the highest prize, so it attracted a lot of people. There were three layers inside and three layers outside, so that not even a drop of water could pass through.
The bet of 500 wasn't high, but the prize was very tempting, so there was an endless stream of challengers on the ring. However, they were all easily thrown off the ring in one or two minutes by the ring master.
There was a layer of soft carpet under the ring, so people wouldn't get hurt if they fell. Moreover, the ring master wasn't ruthless. He mostly used wrestling and grappling methods, and rarely used his fists and legs.
After watching for a while, Pei Feng slowly shook his head. "This person has some Kung Fu, but the main purpose of setting up this ring is to make money for entertainment. Moreover, the challengers on the ring are all ordinary."
"Mr. Pei, you know Kung Fu?"
"Just a little."
Chang Xiaoe looked at him curiously — from the outside, Pei Feng looked like a thin ordinary boy. He didn't look like someone who knew Kung Fu at all.
After watching for a while, Pei Feng lost interest and turned to leave. Seeing that, Chang Xiaoe hurriedly followed.
The crowd was very crowded, and Chang Xiaoe was carrying a pile of food. She grabbed Pei Feng's hand.
The situation was special, so Pei Feng didn't mind. He let her grab his hand and squeezed out of the crowd.
Unexpectedly, just as they walked out of the crowd, they met a group of familiar faces.
Xu Lu, Luo Yixing, Park Shao-yang, Qin Zige, Ding Qianqian, and a middle-aged man with a cold and dignified appearance.
When they saw each other, Pei Feng was slightly stunned. Xu Lu, Luo Yixing, and the rest were also stunned. Then, Xu Lu's expression changed, because … she saw that Pei Feng was actually holding the hand of a girl. That girl was about the same age as them, and she was very beautiful. She looked very close to Pei Feng.
"What are you doing here? Who is she? "
Xu Lu's voice was cold, and her aggressive look shocked Chang Xiaoe. She instinctively leaned toward Pei Feng and held his arm. "Mr. Pei …"
"I really didn't expect you to be this kind of person! Cheating on two boats! How can you face Light Rain like this?! "
This time, Chang Xiaoe understood a little, and quickly let go of Pei Feng's arm. She stuttered and explained, "Hello, it's not like that, I …"
"Shut up."
Since Pei Feng had spoken, Chang Xiaoe immediately shut her mouth.
Pei Feng glanced at them indifferently, and his gaze finally fell on the angry face of Xu Lu.
"Why do I, Pei Feng, need to explain my actions to you?"
After lightly throwing down these words, he directly pulled Chang Xiaoe's hand. "Let's go."
They hadn't taken a few steps when a cold voice suddenly sounded. "You are the Pei Feng who defeated Shao Yang in the Taekwondo training class?"
"Who are you?" Pei Feng stopped and looked at the middle-aged man.
"Who is he?"
Luo Yixing smiled and said, "Pei Feng, you have been in Nan Ming for so long, and you still don't know who he is? Hehe, this is our school's Physical Education Department's Director Zhang Song, a professional Taekwondo Eighth Dan black belt, Park Shao-yang's master, and a two-time National Taekwondo Champion! "
"You are the one who said Taekwondo is fancy but impractical, right?"
Zhang Song stared at Pei Feng with cold eyes.
Ever since he knew that Park Shao-yang was defeated and the sacred Taekwondo was humiliated by this transfer student named Pei Feng, he had always wanted to teach this kid a lesson. However, Pei Feng often skipped classes and never attended Taekwondo training classes again, so he never found the opportunity.
"Yes, that's what I said."
Pei Feng didn't avoid it. In his eyes, Taekwondo was fancy but impractical, not worth mentioning at all.
"Very good!"
Zhang Song's eyes were cold, and he said coldly word by word, "Since you can defeat Shao Yang, it means that you have some skills. How about this, you and I pick a time to fight again."
"If I lose, Nanming High School's Taekwondo Club will be disbanded and never rebuilt! If you lose, apologize in front of all the teachers and students, and take back the words' Taekwondo is fancy but impractical '. How about that?! "
As soon as these words came out, Park Shao-yang's face changed.
"Master, don't …"
"You shut up! What a disgrace! "
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