None of the students below the stage objected to Qin Shuyu's words. On the contrary, they felt that her words were reasonable.
No matter what was said, Zhou Yuhu was the third place of the school's fighting competition. Even some of the fighting teachers were full of praise for him. They said that Zhou Yuhu would make a name for himself in the city's fighting competition in the future, not to mention teaching the thin and weak Shifeng a lesson. It was simply overkill.
"Now that he's so unyielding, I'm guessing that the Shifeng will definitely kneel and beg for mercy later."
"Is there even a need to say that? Why don't you take a look at who Zhou Yuhu is? I'm guessing that the Shifeng will be lying on the ground in less than ten seconds. "
The male students in the class laughed as they discussed the Shifeng's fate.
"What's wrong with you people? Why are you all treating your classmates like this?" Zhao Ruoxi asked angrily as she looked at the students in the class.
The students in the class suddenly fell silent. However, disdain appeared in their eyes as they looked at Zhao Ruoxi.
A gorgeously dressed girl curled her lips and said softly, "Tch, isn't she just a little pretty? If it weren't for Brother Long, who do you think would listen to you?"
The other girls nodded their heads as well. They did not place this class monitor in their eyes at all.
Although this girl's voice was soft, everyone present heard her clearly. When Ling Feilong, who stood to the side, heard her words, he felt refreshed. He was enjoying himself.
Zhao Ruoxi angrily turned her head away, no longer looking at these people.
Ling Feilong walked over and said in a cultured and refined manner, "Ruoxi, I know that as the class monitor, you have no choice but to interfere. However, this is the Shifeng's own fault. You cannot blame them. Moreover, with the Shifeng's small body, nobody believes that he can win. You are simply throwing money into the water. In a moment, I'll talk to Brother Tiger and tell him that we don't need your money. We'll let the Shifeng pay for everything."
"I am indeed helping the Shifeng because I am the class monitor. However, I have never thought of asking for the money back." Zhao Ruoxi glanced at Ling Feilong and coldly said, "On the other hand, you have already obtained the recommendation qualifications that the Shifeng should have. Why are you still not helping the Shifeng? Aren't you worried that others will poke your backbone by making sarcastic remarks here?
"Moreover, what kind of exchange is this? A student who is ranked third in the school and doesn't even know any fighting techniques. You have the nerve to say that?"
Zhao Ruoxi's words were like pearls that pierced Ling Feilong's heart. Coupled with Zhao Ruoxi's elegant and refined appearance, there was an indescribable force that struck at Ling Feilong's heart. He was so angry that his face turned pale, and he had nothing to say.
Just as Zhao Ruoxi had said, every class had a certain number of recommendation slots. Only the top twenty students in the class would be able to obtain one. However, after much difficulty, Ling Feilong had obtained the qualifications to participate in the city's fighting competition. If others were to find out that he, the great Ling Feilong, did not even have a recommendation for a university student, it would be utterly humiliating.
In the past, the school had also considered this matter of face. Hence, they had stipulated that the top five students would be able to obtain a recommendation, even if they were not good at their studies. However, Ling Feilong was only ranked ninth, so naturally, he would not be able to obtain one. Hence, he had suggested this matter to the school. Seeing that Ling Feilong was ranked 30th, which was only a short distance away from the top twenty, the school had agreed to Ling Feilong's request. However, the prerequisite was that someone was willing to give up their spot. As for how Ling Feilong would get others to give up their spot, that would depend on Ling Feilong himself.
Originally, Ling Feilong had thought that suppressing a weak Shifeng would be a piece of cake for him if he used the righteousness of the class and his own strength. He only needed to casually give some benefits, and this matter would be over. However, he never imagined that the Shifeng's actions would be completely different from what he had imagined. It was as if they did not place him in their eyes at all, and they did not care about his threat. Now, after being ridiculed by Zhao Ruoxi, the anger in Ling Feilong's heart would never be extinguished.
"That's right. This is not an equal fighting competition. However, can you blame others for the Shifeng's weakness? Who agreed to this competition? You can't blame me for this. "
Long Feilong glanced at Zhao Ruoxi with reddened eyes. If not for Zhao Ruoxi's beautiful appearance and alluring figure, he would have long since given her a slap. However, he endured it. Using force was absolutely unwise. Moreover, Zhao Ruoxi's family background was not simple. If something were to happen to Zhao Ruoxi, his entire life would be over. Moreover, when he thought about how he could properly toy with Zhao Ruoxi in the future, the anger in his heart calmed down slightly.
"Brat, you made me suffer like this. Just you wait," Ling Feilong inwardly swore as he glared at the Shifeng on the stage.
The Shifeng on the stage could feel Ling Feilong's hostility, and he simply smiled disdainfully at Ling Feilong's words.
However, he acknowledged Ling Feilong's words.
This was not an equal fighting competition.
In Shi Feng's previous life, although his physique could not compare to those first-rate fighters, he was still able to defeat those first-rate fighters by relying on his life and death experiences in God's Domain. What was the meaning of being a hero of a hundred battles? If one could survive a hundred battles, it would be difficult for them not to become a hero expert.
Take many martial arts experts for example. They would usually train at the edge of a cliff, using the feeling of their lives hanging by a thread to temper themselves and improve themselves. However, such a method was too dangerous. Ordinary people absolutely could not do such a thing. It was very easy for them to go berserk and lose their lives.
After experiencing so many extremely realistic life and death battles in God's Domain, Shi Feng's combat experience and techniques had improved by leaps and bounds. Compared to the national fighting competition, Shi Feng's combat experience had far surpassed his current level.
Ten years later, even a slightly famous melee player could easily defeat the current fighting champion of Jin Hai City. Not to mention, Shi Feng was the Guild Leader of Shadow.
In Shi Feng's opinion, the school's fighting competition was nothing more than child's play. Not to mention, his current physique was even stronger than his past self ten years later. Even dealing with five or six Ling Feilong's would be a piece of cake for him.
"Brat, you sure are idle! You're actually looking around! Watch how I deal with you!" Saying so, Zhou Yuhu charged towards Xiang Shifeng, intending to slap Xiang Shifeng's face. He wanted to humiliate Shifeng first.
Naturally, Shifeng noticed Shi Feng's actions. However, he did not move. Facing someone stronger than him, he only sent a casual punch towards Zhou Yuhu's face, completely ignoring Zhou Yuhu's slap.
Zhou Yuhu did not think that Shifeng's punch would be so accurate. Instinctively, Zhou Yuhu used both his hands to block this punch.
Seeing Zhou Yuhu's actions, the corners of Shifeng's lips curled up. He then quickly sent a karate chop towards Zhou Yuhu's neck. His speed was as fast as lightning, and before Zhou Yuhu could react, Shifeng's karate chop struck his neck.
Suddenly, Zhou Yuhu felt his vision blur. He felt as if he could not breathe, and his entire body felt weak.
Shifeng did not give Zhou Yuhu any time to catch his breath. His fist landed on Zhou Yuhu's abdomen. Zhou Yuhu wanted to block, but his body did not listen. He felt as if his stomach was being twisted by a knife. A mouthful of yellow liquid gushed out from his mouth. His vision became blurry, and he could not even scream.
Zhou Yuhu instinctively wanted to fall to the ground. However, Shi Feng did not give him the opportunity to do so. Punch after punch landed on Zhou Yuhu's abdomen, followed by a few punches to Zhou Yuhu's ribs. After a series of normal punches, Zhou Yuhu vomited out all the acid in his stomach. He fell to the ground like a dead dog.
Suddenly, the entire arena fell into a deathly silence.
All of this happened too fast. It was so fast that no one could react.
At this moment, the fighting teacher, who was the referee, finally reacted. He immediately announced the end of the match. The victor, Shifeng, hurriedly ran to Zhou Yuhu's side to check if Zhou Yuhu was alright.
He really did not expect that Zhou Yuhu, who had just obtained third place in school, would not be able to withstand a single blow from this skinny youth.
This was not because Zhou Yuhu was weak, but because the skinny youth was too strong. He had seen a few of Zhou Yuhu's matches, and he was definitely strong. At the very least, he would not be able to deal with him easily.
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