Chapter 170

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In the stands of the gymnasium, there was a sound of air-conditioning at this time.

How painful is it to knock out so many teeth with one punch? Even if it was the hateful Zamatoba who was beaten, everyone felt the pain for him.

Hoo hoo!

Zama Tuba, who was lying on the countertop, was panting heavily, and for the first time there was a hint of fear in his eyes.

But this Indian Ah San is really a bit brain-dead. He was obviously scared, but he had to pretend to be strong and said: "I think I just lost in speed. If you go head-to-head, you won't be able to beat me."

wipe!

At least half of the audience in the stands laughed angrily at this funny comparison.

"You Indian bastard, you have speed, why should you fight head-to-head with you?"

"You take a gun, and others hold a knife. If you fight, will you not use a gun, but also find a knife to fight with them?"

"No wonder your country is so backward. It's all because of your IQ. It really can't develop."

Hearing the ridicule of so many people, Zamatoba's black face also flushed slightly.

At the same time, Liu Feng also smiled and said: "Okay, I don't have a sense of accomplishment when I beat someone with your strength. If you really want to fight head-on, you will be hurt even more, and even your fragile self-esteem and confidence will disappear. .”

thump!

Hearing what Liu Feng said, Zama Toba, whose confidence had already been shaken, suddenly turned over and stood up again.

The big man raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said with a grim face: "Come on, if you dare to punch me, even if you break my hand, I will admit it."

"As I said, there are dozens of types of Chinese Kungfu in Pojian Qigong."

Liu Feng stared at this idiot, and said with a smile: "You have thought about it, are you really asking for trouble?"

"Come on, I won't accept it, even if it's asking for trouble, I will admit it." While speaking, Zama Tuoba stood bowed and assumed a posture of accumulating strength.

Liu Feng took a T-step, put his hands on the gun, and stood up with a stake, "Then come on, don't say that you were bullied in Huaxia after returning to China, because you asked for it."

"There's a lot of nonsense, watch the boxing."

boom!

Zama Tuoba's fist came out cold and hard.

But even if he punches coldly, it can't play the role of a sneak attack. Liu Feng strikes first, and before Zamatoba's arm is completely straightened, his fist has already hit the opponent's face.

Moreover, when Liu Feng punched, the tip of his middle finger moved forward, as if there was an extra protruding iron wedge on the head of a hammer.

When the muffled sound of two fists meeting together sounded, there was another cracking sound of bones breaking at the same time.

ah……

Under the attention of everyone who was almost holding their breath, Zamatoba backed away with a scream.

Some sharp-eyed people noticed that at this time, the Indian Ah San's forearm actually formed an arc that violated physiological phenomena, and his fist was fully extended, and the middle finger and index finger also formed an inwardly folded shape.

"Damn, isn't Liu Feng's punch too hard?"

"This Ah San's forearm is broken, and two of his fingers are broken. Damn, he still needs Indian Kungfu and hard qigong. He's so weak and wants to fight head-on with Liu Feng?"

"Ah San of India, you understand, our Chinese men are tough enough, hum!"

At this moment in the stands, not only were there men shouting and mocking Zamatoba, but many nympho women were also screaming, especially highlighting the point that Liu Feng is tough.

"No, it's impossible."

Zama Tuoba also knew that half of his arm was disabled, but he still couldn't accept the reality, "My master said that I have already practiced the third stage of Aquarius Hard Kung Fu. It is absolutely impossible for me to achieve such an achievement at my age." Out of five fingers, why was it easily broken by you?"

Liu Feng said with a smile: "Because you are Indian,

If Indian geniuses are sent to China, they are at most mid-level. Are you satisfied with my explanation? "

"well said."

"Liu Feng, how do you say it makes sense?"

"Ah San, go back to India and tell the masters of your country that you are at the middle level in China, haha!"

At this moment, Zamatoba was completely discouraged.

After half a minute of silence in the ring, the Indian high school senior finally lowered his proud head, "Liu Feng, I've lost, I admit it. I will return to my country and continue to practice hard. I will challenge you in the future. "

"Okay, if you have the mentality of practicing martial arts, verifying each other, and improving each other, I welcome you at will."

Liu Feng said very seriously at this time: "However, if you still want to come to China to pretend to be aggressive in the future, then I guarantee that you will be miserable every time."

Brother Feng's words were resounding, and everyone felt particularly inspired when they heard them. This is the courage that a Chinese martial arts master should have.

call!

Zamatoba took a deep breath again, then turned around and left the ring silently.

In the gymnasium, there have always been on-site doctors, but at this time, no medical staff stepped forward to help Zamatoba check his arm. Zama Toba didn't ask the doctor for help, and left with his arm in his hands. Obviously, this Indian asan is also a bit tough.

...

That night, the closing ceremony of the Universiade was grandly opened.

This year's Universiade, the competition system and schedule are almost the same as the previous ones, but in this sports meeting, there is a legend left behind, and this person's name is Liu Feng!

Liu Feng, Yang Shiwen, Guo Wenyang and Wei Zixuan did not attend the closing ceremony.

Just as night fell, the four of them ran to a high-end club called the Age of Emperors. Except for Miss Yang, the three buddies all have the championship gold medals, so naturally they have to celebrate.

In the billiards room on the fifth floor of the Emperor's Era, the three of Liu Feng were playing fancy billiards. Yang Shiwen ordered a cup of Blue Mountain Coffee and sat on the sidelines watching the game with a smile on her face.

"Wow, it's coming in again, Brother Feng is really accurate."

"Ah! This ball is more exciting, pass the ball!"

"Go in again, go in again, brother Feng, are you going to close with one stroke? Are you not going to play with them?"

While watching the game, Miss Yang praised Liu Feng in a very emotional tone.

Guo Wenyang and Wei Zixuan stood beside them with cue sticks, with wry smiles on their faces.

"I swear, I won't play with Brother Feng in the future. It seems that he can play any game to a desperate level."

"Yeah, fifteen balls, five for each player, but he didn't give us a chance to play. If this is a game of catching rabbits and winning fish, the two of us would lose and go bankrupt overnight."

Just when the two expressed helplessness, a waiter came over with three glasses of drinks.

"Excuse me, three gentlemen, this is the freshly squeezed watermelon juice presented by our store for three guests..."

boom!

Before the waiter could finish his sentence, Liu Feng suddenly hit the ball, and the No. 9 ball hit hard against the side of the bottom pocket, but he missed a goal, because the inertial force was too great, and the billiard ball flew out in response.

Then... the waiter suddenly opened his mouth wide in fright, because the nine-ball flew towards him, to be more precise, towards his crotch.

"Oh my god, the billiard ball is about to hit the ball!" Miss Yang, who was drinking coffee at the side, suddenly covered her mouth with one hand, and said this in a very unladylike manner.