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"What? Did I hear that wrong? You want to go together? Is he really going to take on a hundred by himself?"
Everyone doubted their ears and questioned the other person's sanity. It was a well-known fact that even the strongest could only handle ten opponents at most; who would dare claim they could take on a hundred? Unless they were a fool?
However, today they truly witnessed such a "fool."
After casually scanning the crowd, seeing no one make a move, Ye Mingshang whispered, "No one is stepping up? Then I won't hold back."
"Bang!"
"Ah!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, everyone saw a flash before their eyes, and the Karate Club president was sent flying, crashing into four or five members who all fell to the ground, unable to get up.
"You can't escape either." Ye Mingshang glanced at the Judo President, causing him to shiver.
"Bang!"
"Ah!"
The same process repeated itself with the same result. Everyone only saw a blur, unable to catch how Ye Mingshang struck, and the Judo President was sent flying as well, knocking down several members who all cried out in pain on the ground.
This was Nanjing Medical University. Although everyone loved competition, they still had some professional knowledge. A few curious ones went over to check on the fallen members' conditions. Divine Melody suddenly trembled and murmured, "It's broken; their bones are broken!"
Everyone's hearts trembled. A single strike resulting in broken bones was truly terrifying.
Ye Mingshang didn't even glance at those on the ground but turned to look at the Taekwondo President, this so-called Korean.
Under Ye Mingshang's gaze, this so-called Korean Oh Ba immediately shuddered, cold sweat pouring down as he gulped nervously.
Watching him, Ye Mingshang took slow steps, even slower than normal walking, moving closer with deliberate slowness.
"Tap! Tap!"
The crisp sound of footsteps echoed as Ye Mingshang slowly spoke, "I don't have much of a patriotic sentiment nor do I harbor hatred towards any country; after all, guests are welcome." At this point, a cold light flashed in Ye Mingshang's eyes. "However, you dare to run rampant on our territory! Even though China is known for its courtesy, I will still break your legs!"
Listening to the insults from the opponent, the Taekwondo President's eyes widened, and he gritted his teeth, angrily shouting, "Bastard! How dare you look down on me, Simida!"
Shouting, this furious fighter charged forward, delivering a powerful kick. He had tested his strength before; a full-force kick from him could break a wooden stake about fifteen centimeters thick. If this kick landed, he was confident he could break the opponent's bones.
"Bang!"
As the kick came in, the opponent surprisingly raised an arm to block it. Jin Zheng felt a surge of joy in his heart, already envisioning his victory.
"Crack!"
With a muffled sound accompanied by the sharp noise of a bone breaking.
The Taekwondo Club members heard this crisp sound and felt a rush of excitement. In their eyes, being hit by such a terrifying kick meant certain defeat, even if one practiced hard qigong. That sound surely indicated that the opponent's bones had broken.
Similarly, the Martial Arts Club members were startled and focused intently on the scene. They all knew Ye Mingshang was formidable, but that was in terms of offense; they weren't sure how well he could take a hit. Being struck by such a heavy kick would surely lead to fractures. They had heard rumors about Jin Zheng's strength; it was truly not to be underestimated.
However, despite everyone's attention, Ye Mingshang remained calm. In contrast, Jin Zheng's face was pale and twisted in pain, his jaw clenched tightly as cold sweat streamed down his face, as if he were enduring great suffering.
At this point, even the dullest person could sense something unusual. Ye Mingshang, who was in a passive defensive position, had not moved an inch while blocking with one arm and appeared remarkably composed. On the other hand, Jin Zheng's expression was one of someone who had just swallowed a fly, leading everyone to form an alarming hypothesis.
"Could it be that the sound we heard just now was Jin Zheng's bones breaking?"
This speculation was soon confirmed.
Watching Jin Zheng, who clearly looked in pain yet was forcing himself to endure it, Ye Mingshang smirked slightly. "Is it not painful to hold on like that?"
As he spoke, he raised his free right hand and lightly tapped Jin Zheng's calf with his fist.
"Bang~"
"Ahhh!!!"
Jin Zheng could no longer hold back; he opened his mouth and shouted loudly as if trying to release all his pain.
His calf bone was already broken, and enduring immense pain made him want to cry out. He stubbornly held on, unwilling to let others see him humiliated. But the intense agony left his body stiffened; he maintained that position out of fear that any movement would cause him to scream.
However, Ye Mingshang's gentle tap felt like salt being poured into a wound. The extreme pain made him unable to suppress himself any longer; he had no choice but to shout loudly in an attempt to alleviate his suffering.
"Bang!"
After knocking Jin Zheng unconscious with a kick, Ye Mingshang pressed his ear and made a disgusted expression. "Seriously, yelling like a pig being slaughtered, it's so annoying."
Again! He had easily defeated a master of martial arts! Whether it was Judo, Karate, or Taekwondo, these club presidents were not ordinary people; they had all placed in national competitions. They had international-level skills and could compete professionally, yet this level of combat power was still easily handled like an ant?
Terrifying! Truly terrifying!
The figure of this young man was like that of a war god, deeply etched in their hearts, likely unforgettable for a lifetime.
Looking at this slender figure, the members of the Martial Arts Club all wore expressions of admiration. This was a true powerhouse, a living war god!
It was too frightening. Jin Zheng had previously been second only to Zhao Xiaolong, the president of the Martial Arts Club. Even Zhang Chong had not been his opponent before he became stronger. Yet, such a fierce person could not withstand even one move from him?
First, as the attacker, he kicked and broke his own shinbone, then because he found him annoying, he directly used the opponent's specialty in leg techniques to knock him out with a downward kick, leaving no room for comparison.
Just how powerful was this person?
This was the question in everyone's mind. In their hearts, Ye Mingshang's strength seemed like an endless abyss, leaving them unable to grasp it, unsure where his limits lay or how strong he could truly become.
Cracking his neck, Ye Mingshang slowly scanned the crowd. "Today, all of you will have to leave horizontally." (To be continued.)
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