"Hey Ouyang, are you too scared to co out and et your grandpa here?" Yang Zui looked at the underlings who didn't dare to step forward and then turned to Ouyang in the crowd and asked.
Ouyang's face darkened as he said, "I don't care to play with you. Brothers, smash the Martial Arts Club! How dare this insignificant dojo bully us, smash it!"
Ouyang's words only made Mi Anmin and Li Long shuffle slightly, but after moving a bit, they noticed no one else was moving, so they fell silent again.
Given how formidable Yang Zui was, could their level four National Martial Arts skills be of any use? Even Ouyang, a level five, didn't dare step forward, so what use could they be at level four? It was clearly just a setup to get beaten.
Thinking of this, they figured it's best not to step up, especially since Yang Zui's ferocity was apparent to them all.
"Co on! Don't be fooled by his appearance. Our Muay Thai Club has over two hundred people. If we chicken out today, how will we show our faces at Peking University?" Ouyang tried to incite the others to attack Yang Zui.
If no one stepped up, he would definitely have to face Yang Zui. Yang Zui's prowess was evident to him, and if he faced off against Yang Zui, he could unashadly admit, he was no match for him.
Ouyang's words prompted several battle-hungry individuals to step forward again, intending to engage Yang Zui.
Yang Zui said coolly, "Hey Ouyang, aren't you daring enough to co up here and duke it out with ?"
"Kid, don't get cocky. Let deal with you." A mber of the Muay Thai Club at level three National Martial Arts, who had been knocked down by Yang Zui earlier, believed he was caught off guard the first ti and wouldn't make the sa mistake if more cautious. So he got up again to fight Yang Zui.
"Haha, a little runt." Yang Zui derisively slapped over.
"Whoosh!"
Yang Zui's palm technique whistled past like the wind, causing the level three mber to stagger and almost lose his footing.
"I..."
The level three mber could only say "I" before his entire body went flying in Ouyang's direction.
"Go, attack..." Ouyang beca more anxious. At this rate, no matter how much he talked, no one would go forward again.
If no one stepped up, as the leader of the Muay Thai Club, he was bound to face Yang Zui.
Just the thought of facing the formidable Yang Zui gave him a sense of foreboding.
Yang Zui's overwhelming presence was such that, alone, he could keep dozens of their mbers at bay.
Just as the crowd was goaded by Ouyang to move against Yang Zui again.
"Whoosh!"
A shadow swiftly appeared in front of Ouyang, trailing afterimages.
It was Ye Hao who intervened, unable to stand by while Ouyang, despite his own cowardice, encouraged ordinary people to attack Yang Zui. Wasn't this just sending those ordinary people to be beaten and scolded by Yang Zui?
Ye Hao didn't pity the ordinary mbers of the Muay Thai Club; he just didn't want the Martial Arts Club's rise to beco widely known.
"Apologize, and the Martial Arts Club will let you go." Ye Hao suddenly stood in front of Ouyang and said.
Ouyang took a clear look, and what he saw shocked him.
Ye Hao had been chatting leisurely with a few girls at the Martial Arts Club's entrance. When did he approach him?
This speed, this bizarre body technique...
"You..."
Not only was Ouyang stunned, but even Huang Feng and a few other female mbers who had been chatting with Ye Hao earlier were dumbfounded, staring at where he appeared.
They were all puzzled, wondering, when did Ye Hao make his move?
"Apologize, and I'll let you go, or keep going, and I'll cripple you." Ye Hao saw that Ouyang seed unconvinced, so he threatened in a cold voice.
"Screw you..." Even though Ouyang didn't know how Ye Hao got in front of him, he felt that while Ye Hao's body technique might be fast, his actual strength might not be so formidable. Besides, with over two hundred brothers watching from the Muay Thai Club, if he apologized, how could he hold his head high as the club president in the future?
With this thought, Ouyang insulted Ye Hao, thinking he could intimidate him this way.
"Whoosh!"
Ye Hao's right hand seed to extend quickly, giving Ouyang no chance to block.
Ye Hao's right hand tightly gripped Ouyang's neck, coldly glancing at him, "The consequence of a foul mouth is that I'll make you pay dearly later."
"Ugh..." Ouyang struggled hard, using his hands to pry Ye Hao's grip, but how could soone at his level five National Martial Arts open Ye Hao's grip?
"I'll say it again. Apologize for your past and today's trouble at the Martial Arts Club, or I'll cripple your level five today." Ye Hao said coldly.
"Hey, this is getting out of hand." At this mont, a male student in casual school attire stepped out of the crowd, a special emblem on his chest.
Many who saw this emblem began to whisper among themselves.
"The school's security team is stepping in to defuse the situation. But why are they stepping in so quickly today? Usually, they wait until things are almost over before stepping in!"
"You don't know, do you? Why else has Ouyang been the president of the Muay Thai Club for so long?"
"You an, Ouyang bribed the security team?"
"Bingo, otherwise the Muay Thai Club would've been absorbed by Karate or Taekwondo at Peking University long ago, given their lower mid-ranked status in the martial arts departnt."
"Well, let's see if the Martial Arts Club will listen to the security team!"
"They better obey, since the security team is made up of academic elites."
"I doubt it. With so many experts in the Martial Arts Club, they might not be afraid..."
The crowd chatted away, completely ignoring that Ouyang was still being held by Ye Hao with one hand, suspended in mid-air.
"Fellow student, how about this, let's have the Muay Thai Club and Martial Arts Club bury the hatchet today. Let bygones be bygones; otherwise, it won't look good for either side." The security team mber in casual attire said with a smile.
"Who are you?" Ye Hao glanced at the security team mber and asked.
"He's from the security team." Soone answered for Ye Hao.
"I don't know you." Ye Hao ignored the security team mber completely, regardless of who he was. If the Muay Thai Club was here to challenge today, without an apology, he would fight until they did.
"I'll give you five more seconds to decide, apologize willingly or by force." Ye Hao snorted.
The security team mber's expression darkened as Ye Hao ignored him. (To be continued. If you like this work, feel free to vote for it on Qidian, your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read on m.qidian.)
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