Unstoppable Crushing: Starting from Adding Points in Dreams-Chapter 165 - 118 Flying Dragon Style

Gurgle!

Inside the Martial Arts Hall, the atmosphere was eerily silent, making some unable to help but swallow their saliva.

Ordinary people felt their perceptions shattered as, despite the old man knocking over so many barbells and bench press machines, he was still standing strong.

On the other side, the young man in black who had beaten his opponent into such a sorry state felt immensely oppressive.

"Younger generation..."

Qian Changsong recovered his senses, standing in front of a floor-to-ceiling window, swallowing down the taste of iron in his mouth.

His eyes fierce, he feigned a reminder, "My Songhe Style is not afraid of your Flame Tiger."

"But if it’s just normal sparring, and you insist on being arrogant and threatening us, then I’m afraid..."

Swoosh!

A deep red flash, the tiger leapt up.

The ropes of the ring suddenly snapped into two, and the dented ground collapsed even more.

Stomp!

With a firm step, Chen Feng had already crossed a distance of seven or eight meters, standing in front of Qian Changsong.

"Not choosing?"

"Then I’ll choose for you!"

Buzz!

The wind from the punch faced him, a thick arm clenched into a fist, covered in deep red power, as if fiery flames were hidden inside.

With a slight change in expression, Qian Changsong didn’t expect him to strike as soon as he spoke.

White Light Strength covered his body as he immediately spread his wings, reaching forward with his claws.

Bang!

A muffled explosion, the deep red and white light burst against each other.

In a single breath.

Qian Changsong suddenly realized something was wrong, feeling a strong rebound surging through his arm.

"This!"

He focused and saw the young man’s skin quietly changing.

Covered in Ancient Bronze, reflecting the external sunlight.

As for those eyes bearing a slight aggression, they suddenly revealed a sharp gleam.

Bang!

Body locked by the rebound, a punch came fast and unstoppable.

Qian Changsong was immediately thrown through the glass of the window, sliding onto the street.

A nearby youth in a hoodie was already stunned, then saw the young man in black continue the assault.

"You are too bullying, junior!"

Color of embarrassment flushing red, Qian Changsong barely steadied himself, feeling unprecedentedly humiliated.

Without a second thought, he instantly gathered his power, striking forward with his palm.

Screech!

White Light Strength tore through the air, like an energy pillar, twisting the air, and directly hitting Chen Feng.

Whoosh!

His legs scraped the ground as he staggered backward several steps, the surrounding window sills and iron plates twisting and breaking.

Seeing this, Qian Changsong grinned ferociously.

However, the next second.

Rip!

His black shirt suddenly split, muscles bulging and skin roughening.

In a blink, a giant two meters tall stood in place, swinging his hand and dissipating the powerful energy pillar.

"!!!"

Pupils shrinking, whether it was Qian Changsong or the nearby youth in a hoodie.

Swoosh!

A tearing sound broke through the air, the giant swiftly moved, twisting in mid-step.

Thud!

A whip kick sweeping across, hitting the shoulder.

Qian Changsong spat out a mouthful of blood, and like a kicked ball, flew back into the Martial Arts Hall.

Glass shards scattering everywhere, Chen Feng glanced at the two people beside the youth in the hoodie, his feet covered in deep red, leaping forward again.

Swipe!

A fleeting afterimage, like a tiger pouncing on its prey.

The flying Qian Changsong was caught up, and with a large solid hand reaching forward, he grabbed the opponent’s ankle.

Not good! Qian Changsong gritted his teeth, struggling but finding no leverage.

In an instant, the center of gravity of the body rapidly shifted.

Bang!

The ground indented, debris flying chaotically.

Chen Feng held the opponent’s ankle, swinging it around and smashing it into the ground.

Bang bang bang, the sound continued incessantly, and the expressions of the nearby core students gradually changed.

Excited! Thrilled!

But soon, with the banging lasting for over ten seconds.

Many expressions quietly turned into one.

Worried.

Could that old man be dead?

Cao Tong watched from the ring with jumping eyelids, but dared not step forward to stop it.

After which, as if thinking of something.

He turned towards Jiang Yuan, whose face was already pale from fright.

He smirked and stepped forward, quickly grabbing the other’s chin, waving his hand at that unforgettable mouth.

Slap! Bang!

Slap! Bang!

The two sounds intermingled, back and forth.

Bystanders watched, the youth in the hoodie couldn’t help trembling, turning his head towards his senior.

"Senior, are we still going to spar?"

...

Fifteen minutes later.

An ambulance drove away from the entrance of the Martial Arts Hall, carrying the old and the young for treatment.

Chen Feng changed into a spare black T-shirt, returning to the Quiet Room.

"Chen, today’s joint effort between us will surely shake the entire Nanjiang Martial Arts Circle."

Cao Tong also stayed inside, grinning with smug satisfaction.

Part of it was because they had vented their anger, sending the provocateurs from Songhe Style away with serious injuries.

Another part was due to today’s breakthrough.

Finally reaching the level of Entering Strength, only awaiting a trip back to the mountain to become a True Disciple.

This had been his long-desired wish, and today, thanks to this conflict, he fortuitously succeeded.

Chen Feng smiled slightly, also happy for him.

He had heard others say that Cao Tong had joined Flame Tiger Sect when he was just a teenager.

After more than a decade of Martial Arts Training, achieving his wish today was good news, both for him personally and for the whole school.

"Brother Cao."

"I remember that our school doesn’t have any feud with Songhe Style, right?"

Chen Feng’s thoughts returned, thinking of today’s conflict.

With the Southern Martial Arts Tournament imminent, it’s common to challenge each other.

But usually, it’s done privately in a secluded place.

Whether anyone wins or loses, the impact on the school can be minimized.

Such relentless actions as Songhe Style’s are usually only expected from enemies.

"Yes, I remember the same."

Cao Tong nodded, his smiling face becoming serious, puzzled as well.

The two exchanged glances, feeling something uncommon.