Mini World Game ConsoleEvil Dragon Crazy Soldier King Chapter 1801 - 1802: Defying All Limits

A tall boy stepped out from behind Ouyang Ping.

Seeing Ouyang Ping cower, he imdiately pulled him behind himself and said coldly.

"What's done is done, what do you want?"

Yang Fei snorted and sneered.

"Talking about fighting, I'm worried you'd wet your pants!"

As he spoke, his body suddenly soared into the air, executing a 360-degree Tornado Kick.

His left foot, like a heavy battle-axe, struck the tal support of the basketball hoop.

Clang!

A tallic crashing sound, as if a Thousand Gold Bronze Bell had been struck.

The entire basketball hoop shook violently.

The tal part struck by Yang Fei was deeply dented.

Not stopping there, Yang Fei followed with a heavy punch to the tal support pole of the basketball hoop.

Clang!

Another loud crash, the part of the tal pole that was hit caved inward.

Even the imprint of the fist was deeply marked.

Yang Fei stretched his hands and feet, his face unflushed and breathing unhurried.

He walked up to the guy.

"So, still want to fight?"

Everyone had their jaws dropped, scared out of their wits by Yang Fei.

The vast court was eerily quiet.

Ouyang Ping trembled, touching the fist imprint left by Yang Fei.

The groove of the fist imprint perfectly matched the knuckles of Ouyang Ping's fist, sothing absolutely impossible to fake.

Ouyang Ping felt like he was about to wet his pants.

Damn, is this guy human or god?

Only legendary gods would have such terrifying strength.

His fists and kicks were harder than steel.

All the students present were completely stunned by this scene.

The next second, the court erupted like boiling water.

"Oh my God, scared to death, is this guy human?"

"With such hard fists, if he hits soone's head..."

"Inconceivable, this guy is actually a kung fu expert!"

...

Amidst the crowd's discussions, the boy scaredly stepped back repeatedly, his eyes full of fear.

Suddenly, he let out a strange scream and turned around to run.

But after a few steps, his calves went soft, and he fell to the ground.

Yang Fei looked towards Ouyang Ping, lazily shrugging his shoulders.

"Young Master Ouyang, what do you think we should do about this?"

Ouyang Ping looked at Yang Fei with utter horror, his body trembling violently.

"Whatever you say, I have no objections, just please don't hit ."

Yang Fei took out a cigarette, lit it, exhaled a puff of smoke, and said coldly.

"Students from the chatronics Departnt stood up for out of righteous indignation and ended up being beaten like this by you."

"You definitely have to cover the dical expenses, and also, you need to kowtow three tis to each person. Once they're appeased, I'll let you go."

Even as afraid as he was of Yang Fei, Ouyang Ping couldn't help but feel a surge of defiance hearing such humiliating terms.

He steadied himself, gritted his teeth, and said harshly.

"I can double the compensation for dical expenses, but if you want to kowtow, then just kill ."

Yang Fei was a bit surprised, not expecting this rich kid to have such backbone.

At that mont, a boy with a square face and thick eyebrows stepped forward, standing in front of Ouyang Ping.

"We were the ones who fought, it has nothing to do with Young Master Ouyang."

"Don't bully people too much, this is a lawful society; if you injure or kill soone, you have to pay with your life."

Yang Fei laughed, his eyes showing a blade-like sharpness.

"What do you suggest on how to resolve this?"

The square-faced student summoned his courage and said coldly.

"Since this happened on the basketball court, let's solve it by the court's rules.

With that, he stepped back two paces and picked up a basketball.

"I'll go one-on-one with you. If I lose, say no more, everything's up to you."

"But if you lose, you have to let Young Master Ouyang go.

Yang Fei chuckled, looking at the square-faced boy with so appreciation.

"I never expected, you're quite loyal. What's your na?"

The square-faced boy said calmly.

"I'm Zhao Kuang, captain of the Engineering and chanics Departnt's basketball team, and Ouyang Ping is our team mber."

Behind Zhao Kuang, Ouyang Ping felt his panic slightly ease and couldn't help but give Zhao Kuang a silent thumbs-up.

Zhao Kuang is the best basketball player in the school, having competed in the CBA University League, a prominent figure on campus.

Su Chen, although good with fists and feet, basketball is a different story.

Without the skill, no matter how strong you are, it's impossible to win in the end.

Yang Fei, however, stood by smiling, his grin full of mockery.

Yang Fei indeed isn't skilled at basketball.

However, he had once helped Liu Chan win a ga, familiar with the basic rules.

With Yang Fei's extraordinary jumping ability and the mysterious Yu Step, dealing with this big guy wouldn't be a problem.

Yang Fei thought to himself, extending his hand to give Zhao Kuang a high-five.

"Let's do it your way, best of three."

"But since it's a bet, there should be stakes..."

At this point, he glanced at Ouyang Ping.

"Do you still dare to bet against ?"

Ouyang Ping hesitated, glanced at Zhao Kuang.

Zhao Kuang's height is almost 6'3", and Yang Fei is a full head shorter, giving Ouyang Ping a bit more confidence.

"Fine, I'll bet with you, a wager of 500,000."

"If you win, I will pay you an additional 500,000."

"If you lose, you'll pay back my principal with interest."

Earlier this morning, Ouyang Ping lost 500,000 at the pool hall.

Now, he seed like a gambler gone mad, racking his brains to win back his money.

Yang Fei chuckled, raising a middle finger at him.

"Don't dream, you don't have a chance, prepare to kowtow and beg for rcy."

The students on the court were mostly skilled players.

They were all attracted by this bet, surrounding the court, making it packed tight.

Only about a dozen people saw Yang Fei's incredible Martial Arts Skills.

The students coming later were drawn by the 500,000 wager.

The crowd looked at Yang Fei and Zhao Kuang, engaging in lively discussions.

"Who is this silly young guy? Daring to play one-on-one with Zhao Kuang?"

"I bet he'll lose badly."

"Zhao Kuang's basketball skills could already have him in the national team, how can he compare?"

"I don't get where this kid ca from, challenging Zhao Kuang is courting death!"

...

In the crowd's debates, Zhao Kuang held the basketball, standing outside the circle.

"Well? Are you ready?"

Yang Fei lazily looked at him, completely at ease.

"You can start."

Zhao Kuang, seeing such carelessness, couldn't help but smirk.

After serving, he dashed forward, dribbling rapidly.

Right as he crossed the three-point line, he leaped, his body soaring into the air.

At the sa ti, his basketball was released, heading accurately towards the hoop.

However, just as his ball left his hand, Yang Fei's hand reached out mid-air.

He firmly grabbed the basketball, landing decisively.

Everyone watching Yang Fei was taken aback.

This guy's vertical jump exceeded five feet.

Such a leap was practically defying nature.

Even legendary basketball stars didn't have such jumping ability.

Zhao Kuang stared wide-eyed, his expression severe.

He hadn't anticipated this guy's jumping ability to be so intimidating.

Now, Yang Fei was already dribbling, rushing past the three-point line.

Zhao Kuang snapped to attention, hurrying to defend against Yang Fei.

But at that mont, Yang Fei, without lifting his head, casually tossed the basketball.

Clang!

A dull thud!

The basketball traced an arc, like a cannonball, crashing directly into the basket.

Zhao Kuang was stunned, Ouyang Ping's eyes widened.

Everyone was dumbfounded.