Nakagawa Yui, the top enforcer under Monroe, stood two ters tall and weighed 120 kilograms. He was towering and strong. Having trained in the traditional fighting skills of the Yingsang Clan, he possessed incredible speed and imnse power.
When Monroe laughed, the well-coordinated Nakagawa Yui was already prepared. At the mont Monroe waved his hand, Nakagawa's leg was already in front of Fatty.
This unexpected, lightning-fast Heart-piercing Leg - if it hit, it would be fatal or leave serious injury!
Fatty felt a bit helpless. As a good-natured, kind, and honest person, why did he always attract trouble so easily? After all, he was nominally the Director here. Who would have thought these students would attack so recklessly without a word? The Tai Sect had beco so rampageous?
What the hell kind of world is this?
"Oh no, Fatty's done for." Baz and others watched with glee from the side.
They had seen such things countless tis. As long as Monroe's tyrannical gang didn't co after them, they were happy to watch the show.
But soon, everyone's gaze froze.
In a flash, that seemingly clumsy Fatty suddenly moved like a ghost, appearing to the right of Nakagawa Yui who was mid-air with a flying kick. Then, with unexpected flexibility that didn't match his size, he lifted his leg over his head....
Everyone present swore that in that instant, they felt ti freeze. Then, they saw Fatty's large foot high above his head, suddenly smash down!
Yes, smash! Like a giant iron hamr, it drew an arc in the air and swung down fiercely.
With a thud, Nakagawa Yui, who was mid-air, was stomped to the ground by Fatty's fierce kick like a rag doll.
During the violent collision with the ground, Nakagawa Yui's body only twitched a few tis, spat out a mouthful of blood, and imdiately lost consciousness.
No one dared to believe their eyes.
In just one move, the tall, strong, and experienced Nakagawa Yui, with his rich fighting skills, beca a dead dog under Fatty's foot.
This kick was so decisive, so simple! As if Mount Tai had fallen upon them!
It was lightning fast and incredibly ruthless!
In combat, this was called instant kill!
Kubo's vicious expression disappeared, the sneers on his accomplices' faces vanished, Baz's smile faded... Everyone couldn't help but shiver, staring at the Fatty who stomped on Nakagawa Yui with horror in their eyes. They were filled with fear and disbelief.
Ignoring the trembling Monroe and others before him, Fatty leisurely closed the training room door and coldly said, "Now let's talk about who actually sets the rules here!"
"What do you want to do?!" Not only Monroe, but everyone's face changed.
Closing the door to trap them, this Fatty intended to teach everyone here a lesson by himself! He was insane!
"What do I want to do?" Fatty slowly walked to Monroe, sneering, "I do whatever I want. Do you think you can beat ?"
"Do you think you can beat ?" These words made everyone's blood run cold. Seeing Fatty's terrifying skills, they knew Fatty was simply stating a fact: Here, his fists were the hardest! There was no other reasoning needed! Simple, yet overwhelmingly oppressive and irresistible.
"You..." Monroe clenched his fists, veins bulging.
"Smack!"
Fatty struck; with lightning speed, he slapped Monroe, sending him flying: "Today, I'm going to show you what rules are!"
This was the strength of a bear, the speed of a leopard. Everyone could only stupidly watch as Monroe flew out. No one could see the terrifying power hidden within Fatty's seemingly lazy, slow exterior. This stark contrast brought a shock so intense, it nearly drove people mad.
Fatty nonchalantly retracted his hand.
Ever since practicing the so-called secret martial arts manual of Little Pi, although he hadn't developed any so-called Inner Strength, his physical constitution had undergone earth-shattering changes.
This change, along with the harsh trials of war, had greatly altered Fatty's mindset.
Just like a nouveau riche who, having acquired an endless supply of money, would naturally never fear hunger again. In terms of hand-to-hand combat, Fatty was confident that no one could take his life!
As long as it wasn't a life-threatening matter, everything was fine!
This nouveau riche ntality was sothing only Fatty understood. But to those completely unaware, Fatty seed incomprehensibly fierce. If soone suggested this fierce person was actually a coward who would instinctively want to flee and whose legs would shake like a leaf at the first sign of danger, they'd probably get spat in the face!
Look at this Fatty; would he be a coward?! Damn it, he's unstoppable!
With a crisp, resounding slap, Monroe was left stunned, his face, imprinted with five thick finger marks, turned red and swollen in an instant. He was Kubo's top disciple, a Level 1 cha Commander, the number one of the younger generation in the Tai Sect. He had only ever bullied others, never had anyone dared to bully him.
But now, Fatty slapped him like he was swatting a son!
"Get him! Attack!" Monroe's body was trembling, his voice shaking too. He couldn't even tell if it was extre anger or extre fear. Pointing wildly at Fatty, he roared: "Everyone, attack, kill him!"
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