Peerless Genius System

Xiao Luo ran wildly, like a human-shaped beast knocking a Sanda club member out. The man only felt like he was hit hard by a speeding car, hitting Zhao Xinghe and Du Pengfei hard. In front of them, the stomach was churning for a while, and when he opened his mouth, he spit out a lot of vomit.

Zhao Xinghe and Du Pengfei were so shocked that they couldn't even speak, their palms were sweating coldly. They originally thought that a hundred people could beat Xiao Luo Fatty if they said anything, but now, such a fierce Xiao Luo makes They see no hope of victory.

Xiao Luo stood upright like an evil god, full of evil spirits, and there were twenty or thirty people lying on the ground around him.

"I treat you as humans, but you have to be dogs. As I said, for a dog that bites, I will only beat it hard, until it is afraid of me and trembles when it sees me!"

His eyes were full of provocation and contempt, and the evil spirit on his body was even felt in the air, and he hurriedly dodged and rushed to the rest of the place.

The members of the Sanda Club around were sweating, and for the first time they knew what fear was.

The boy with earrings lying on the ground gritted his teeth and roared: "What are you afraid of, kill him!"

Several of his die-hard followers picked up long sticks from the Taekwondo Association and rushed towards Xiao Luo with a loud roar.

Others followed suit and used props from other societies as weapons, rushing towards them like a tidal wave. After all, they are all young people, young and vigorous. Under the influence of anger, they have no seriousness at all, even if they kill people, it is normal.

"Xiao Luo, go to hell!"

The two people who rushed in the front held high sticks and smashed at Xiao Luo's head with ferocious faces.

Without waiting for their sticks to fall, Xiao Luo snorted lightly, like a phantom passing through the gap between the two of them in an instant, coming close to him, his arms stretched out like cast iron, carrying mountains and tsunamis. A similar force slammed into the chests of the two.

"Ah~"

With two screams, the two of them flew backwards like kites with broken strings, knocking four or five Sanda club members behind them to the ground in a row.

"Come again!"

Xiao Luo showed an excited smile on his face, like a tiger breaking into the flock, setting off a huge wave among these Sanda club members.

Although the members of Sanda Club have wooden sticks, wooden boards, and nunchakus in their hands... they don't pose any threat to Xiao Luo at all.

When Xiao Luo broke the wooden stick with a punch, and the fist could still impact the chest of the person holding the stick unparalleled; When countless sawdust were kicked out; when Xiao Luo reached out and grabbed the nunchaku, he greeted them mercilessly...

These young and energetic members of Sanda Club, who usually walk sideways like crabs in Huaye, all feel frightened, and Xiao Luo is ruthlessly destroying their sense of superiority.

Both Zhao Xinghe and Du Pengfei had already fallen to the ground. The former was beaten on the back by Xiao Luo with a nunchaku, as if he had been slapped with a whip. The latter was kicked in the thigh. There was no sense whatsoever, only trembling, a kind of painful convulsion.

Not long after, 80 or 90 Sanda Club members fell to the ground and wailed in pain. The remaining dozen members shrank their fronts, and their faces were clearly frightened. Although the wooden sticks in their hands were aimed at Xiao Luo, they were not. The hands were shaking and shaking violently.

Xiao Luo is too terrifying and domineering. More than a hundred people were beaten all over by him looking for teeth. How powerful is this?

The members of the other clubs around were dumbfounded, their mouths were dry, and they swallowed several saliva in a row. They never expected this situation.

"Come again!"

Xiao Luo's eyes swept provocatively towards the remaining dozen or so members of the Sanda Club. Although he controlled his strength, there were still members of the Sanda Club who were beaten to pieces by him. The mottled bloodstains made him look sinister, "If more than 100 people get together to form a Sanda club, he thinks it's great, he is the king in school, and he learns from the gangsters and ruffians in society to fight fiercely. It's a great sense of accomplishment to teach someone a lesson if you don't like it? I'll tell you now, you're a bunch of trash, a bunch of scumbags wearing college titles!"

Words are sonorous, echoing in the huge training ground.

The dozen or so remaining members of the Sanda Club subconsciously threw away the weapons in their hands, their bodies stiffened, and they looked at Xiao Luo in amazement.

"Stop fighting, we... we admit defeat..."

These people, as they often do in TV dramas, raised their hands and surrendered to Xiao Luo, who was like a monster. They felt fear in the depths of their souls, and their bodies shivered.

Xiao Luo sneered: "If you want to fight, you will fight, if you say you won't fight, you won't fight. Why?"

The last sound was close to a roar. At the same time, Xiao Luo threw the nunchaku in his hand. The nunchaku hit the wall, and the chain connecting the two rods snapped. It fell to the ground in two parts.

This deterrent force made everyone present tremble!

More than a dozen Sanda Club members fell to their knees with a "pop", their faces pale, they were really scared, and this Xiao Luo was their worst nightmare at the moment.

"Xiao Luo, it's enough, they have already conceded defeat, don't go too far!" A boy in a white training suit stood up and pointed at Xiao Luo.

Xiao Luo glanced at him lightly: "Are you also from Sanda Club?"

"I'm Wu Yunlong, president of the Taekwondo Association, today..." The boy in the white training suit revealed his identity.

"Since you're not from the Sanda Club, then you don't have the right to speak, just stay on the side and don't mind me!" Xiao Luo interrupted with a wave of his hand, and then walked step by step to the dozen or so frightened Sanda Club members.

Wu Yunlong was very angry, thinking that the president of his dignified Taekwondo Association, even a mentor in Huaye would give him a little face, but Xiao Luo didn't give him any face, which made his teeth itch with hatred.

"Then I'll fight you!"

With a loud shout, he ran in four or five steps, jumped high when he was still three or four meters away from Xiao Luo, and kicked Xiao Luo's forehead with a flying kick.

The jumping power is amazing, the speed is fast, and it brings a whistling wind!

"Another one vying to be a dog!"

Xiao Luo's face was suddenly cold, his body leaned back, avoiding Wu Yunlong's flying kick, and then using his body as the axis, he turned to the left strongly, and his waving right palm hit Wu Yunlong's chest with a violent force.

Wu Yunlong immediately threw it backward and flew out, and fell to the ground with a "poof", a trace of blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

One move, just one move to defeat the president of the Taekwondo Association!

The members of other clubs only felt that the hairs on their bodies were uncontrollably standing upright. They had previously expressed doubts about Xiao Luo on the forum, and at this moment, they were undoubtedly subversively slapped in the face.

"President!"

Several presidents of the Taekwondo Association rushed up and supported Wu Yunlong.

"Who else wants to fight me? Stand up and I'll be satisfied!"

Xiao Luo's stern gaze swept the members of other societies around him, and those who were swept by his gaze lowered their heads.

Wu Yunlong clutched his aching chest, how could he still have the courage just now, only to feel the loss of face and indescribable humiliation.

(End of this chapter)