"Pei, I'm going to beat you to death!"
Huang Haitao roared. He lifted his leg and launched a ferocious side kick.
Compared to ordinary people, Huang Haitao's skills were quite fierce and domineering. His footwork was skillful, and his kicks were simple, fast, and powerful. Moreover, with his height of 1.75 meters, it was easy for a tall person like him to attack his head.
Unfortunately … in Pei Feng's eyes, he was just a piece of trash.
With Huang Haitao's skills, not to mention people like Wang Junkai or Qian Fengnian, even Sunspot was much better than him.
Since he deliberately wanted him to fight in front of everyone, Pei Feng naturally wouldn't go easy on him.
With his hands in his pockets, Pei Feng moved his feet slightly, as if he was taking a stroll in the park. He effortlessly avoided a series of dazzling leg attacks.
The more he couldn't kick, the angrier Huang Haitao became. His attacks became heavier and fiercer. Pei Feng played with him for a while, then lost interest. Suddenly, he kicked at Huang Haitao's ferocious roundhouse kick.
Kick against kick, sole against sole, it was a solid fight.
Pei Feng's body didn't move, and his hands were still in his pockets. Huang Haitao's whole body staggered and fell backward.
The fall was very violent and rapid. Huang Haitao staggered back more than a dozen steps but was unable to stop the decline. He fell face up to the ground.
The distance he retreated was too far, out of the range of the battlefield. Without the protection of the cushion, his head directly hit the wooden floor with a "bang".
The whole Taekwondo gym was silent.
After a long while, Huang Haitao didn't get up. Coach Liu woke up as if he had just woken up from a dream. He hurriedly ran over to take a look – Huang Haitao was lying motionless on the floor.
Pei Feng used a very clever hidden force in this kick. It didn't hurt Huang Haitao's muscles and bones. The hidden force was like a tide that continuously exerted force in his body, making him retreat faster and faster. Finally, he could only fall to the ground. Coincidentally … this guy hit his head on the floor and directly knocked himself out. How unlucky!
Huang Haitao lost?
What the hell?
A Taekwondo practitioner couldn't beat Pei Feng in kicks, and he even knocked himself out by hitting his head on the floor?
Although it was a coincidence that he was knocked out, the kick just now was the real deal.
Huang Haitao was on the offensive, while Pei Feng was on the defensive. Huang Haitao, a red belt, couldn't beat Pei Feng. Moreover, Pei Feng's body was as steady as a pine tree. He didn't move at all. His hands were still in his trouser pockets. This kind of leg strength and the sturdiness of his chassis … it was simply shocking!
"It seems that this transfer student has some strength. He really isn't just a braggart."
"Huang Haitao is such a loser. He even knocked himself out."
There was a lot of discussion. Many people looked at Pei Feng in a different way.
In the team of Class 3, Ding Qianqian's expression changed.
She was especially looking forward to seeing Pei Feng make a fool of himself in public. She didn't expect that Huang Haitao was such a loser and lost inexplicably!
He talked about how strong he was all day long. As a result, he was knocked out by a kick. He was the second master of Class 3. He was really rubbish!
At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded beside her, "Monitor, I'll help you vent your anger!"
It was Sun Liang who spoke. Before he could take a step, a hand stopped in front of him, "You are no match for him. Go back, I'll fight him."
Naturally, it was Park Shao-yang who came to fight.
Not to mention the fact that Huang Haitao was his brother and the two of them had a good relationship, just based on what Pei Feng had said before, "showy but impractical, not worth mentioning", he must properly teach this arrogant transfer student a lesson today.
"Coach, can I go down now?"
Seeing that Coach Liu helped Huang Haitao to the side and walked back, Pei Feng asked.
"You can't go down."
A cold voice came into his ears. Park Shao-yang walked slowly in front of him, "If you defeat Huang Haitao, you will be the next champion of the free challenge. Now, I will challenge you."
There was an uproar below. This was a big event!
First, a white belt beat a red belt by luck. Now, even Park Shao-yang, the head of the Taekwondo Department, stood up and challenged a white belt … This was an unprecedented situation!
It was known that with Park Shao-yang's pride, it was difficult for ordinary students to compete with him. Because his usual practice opponents were red belts like Coach Huang Haitao and Sun Liang. Now he actually took the initiative to challenge a white belt … This would definitely make the school headlines tomorrow!
In the eyes of others, Pei Feng's victory over Huang Haitao was just a fluke. But in the eyes of Park Shao-yang, it was not so.
Just now, Pei Feng's kick seemed ordinary, but this guy's leg strength was strong and his chassis was stable. It was not something an ordinary person could do.
This Pei Feng … … was definitely a martial artist who had concealed his strength!
Although he was a martial artist, Park Shao-yang was very confident that he could beat him.
He did not start practicing Taekwondo after entering Nanming High School. He had been practicing Taekwondo for 10 years. He was more obsessed with Taekwondo than basketball.
In terms of real strength, no one in the school could beat him except his teacher, Director Zhang Song of the Sports Department. Even Coach Liu, who was a second-dan black belt, was far from his opponent.
"Is it not enough to defeat Huang Haitao? You want to fight me too?"
Seeing that it was Park Shao-yang who came up to challenge him, Pei Feng squinted his eyes slightly.
Fighting with Huang Haitao was just a game, and he did not hit him hard at all. But this Park Shao-yang was different. In his previous life, this guy had beaten him black and blue in front of everyone. He had humiliated him mercilessly, which made his reputation in the school completely bad. He even got the nickname "Nanming Weak Chicken."
He stared at Park Shao-yang and said calmly, "You'd better think carefully. If we really fight, I won't stop. Don't blame me if you get hurt."
His previous opponent was Huang Haitao, so it was not a big problem. But now, facing Park Shao-yang, his words suddenly poked a hornet's nest.
"Who do you think you are?"
"You're so arrogant. Do you think you can beat my idol?!"
"I'm dying of laughter. You really think you're somebody. You even dare to challenge my Yang!"
"I hate this kind of arrogant and ugly boy the most!"
"Who do you think you are? You're not even qualified to carry my Yang's shoes! "
"Come on, idol senior! We love you —!"
"Senior is so handsome! Teach this short guy a lesson! "
…
The people who spoke were all girls. They were all new and old fans of Park Shao-yang. Even a lot of high school girls joined in the crusade. They were chattering, all full of righteous indignation, and their words were sharp.
Pei Feng was not moved at all.
Girls, especially those who were fans, were unreasonable when they got angry.
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