Peerless Genius System

Xiao Luo rushed wildly, such as a humanoid beast that directly flew a member of a Sanda club. The man only felt like a car that was being speeded and slammed into it. He was heavily stunned in Zhao Xinghe and Du Pengfei. In front of them, there was a tumbling in the stomach, and a mouthful was spit out a lot of vomit.

Zhao Xinghe and Du Pengfei were so shocked that they couldn’t say anything, and they couldn’t help but sweat. They thought that more than one hundred people could say that they could make Xiaoluo fat, but now, so fierce Xiaoluo They can't see the hope of victory.

Xiao Luo stood like a **** of evil, and he was arrogant, but there were twenty or thirty people on the ground.

"I treat you like people, but why you want to be a dog, I said, for a dog bite, I will severely beat it, beat it to be afraid of me, see me trembling so far!"

His eyes were full of provocation and contempt, and his body felt even in the air, and he quickly evaded and rushed to the rest.

Members of the surrounding Sanda club sweated directly, and for the first time they knew what was fear.

The boy with the earrings lying on the ground bit his teeth and roared: "Afraid of what, kill him!"

Several of his death loyalists took the long stick from the Taekwondo Association and yelled at Xiaoluo.

Others have the same kind of learning, and they have used the props of other associations as weapons, and they rushed like tides. After all, they are all young people, young and energetic. Under the influence of anger, they are not at all serious, even if they kill people.

"Sholo, go to hell!"

The two people who rushed to the front held the sticks up and looked at Xiaoluo’s head.

Waiting for their sticks to kneel down, Xiao Luo snorted, like a phantom moment through the middle of the gap between the two of them, strong bullying, stretched arms like steel cast iron, with mountains and tsunami The power of the collision slammed into the chest of these two men.

"Ah~"

With two screams, the two men flew out like a broken kite, and successively knocked down four or five members of the Sanda Club behind them.

"Come back!"

Xiao Luo’s face showed an exuberant smile, such as the tiger who broke into the flock, and made waves in the members of these Sanda clubs.

Members of the Sanda club have no wooden sticks, wooden boards, and nunchakus on their hands... but they do not pose any threat to Xiao Luo.

When Xiao Luo interrupted the wooden stick with a fist, the fist could still be impacted on the chest of the stickman; when Xiao Luo kicked a piece of wood with a thickness of three or four centimeters, he smashed it. When countless sawdust flew out; when Xiao Luo reached out and grabbed the nunchaku, he greeted them with mercy without mercy...

These young and energetic members of the Sanda Club who walked horizontally in the wild like crabs all felt terrified, and Xiao Luo was ruthlessly destroying their superiority.

Zhao Xinghe and Du Pengfei have fallen to the ground. The former is beaten by Xiaoluo's nunchaku. It is like taking a whip and burning pain. The latter's thighs are kicked and the whole thigh is in a hurry. There was no sensation between them, only trembled constantly, and there was a painful feeling of convulsions.

After a while, eighty or ninety members of the Sanda Club fell on the ground and painfully mourned. The remaining dozens of members shrank their front lines, and the fear on their faces was clearly visible. Although the wooden sticks in their hands were against Xiaoluo, they were The hand was shaking and trembled fiercely.

Xiao Luo is too terrible and overbearing. More than a hundred people have been hit by him to find his teeth. What kind of power is this?

The members of other surrounding organizations were so stunned that they only had a dry mouth and swallowed several times in a row. In any case, they did not expect this to be the case.

"Come back!"

Xiao Luo's eyes were provocatively swept to the remaining members of the Sanda Club. Although he controlled the strength, there were still members of the Sanda Society who were smashed by blood, blood splashing, and his clothes were also brought. The mottled bloodstains made him look sullen. "One hundred people gathered together to form a Sanda Society. They thought they were very good. They called the king to dominate in school, and they learned the social hooligans to fight and see who they are. Who is not good to learn, is a sense of accomplishment? I tell you now, you are a group of garbage, a group of scum wearing college students title!"

The words are lingering and echoing in the vast training ground.

The remaining members of the Sanda Club subconsciously threw away the weapons in their hands, and their bodies were stiff and looked at Xiao Luo.

"No fight, we... we admit defeat..."

These people are like the regulars in the TV series, raising their hands and surrendering, facing Xiao Luo like a monster, they feel the fear in the depths of the soul, the body shivering.

Xiao Luozhen sneered a smile: "Speak and fight, say no, don't fight, why?"

The last sound was close to the roaring. At the same time, Xiao Luo smashed the nunchaku in his hand. The nunchaku smashed on the wall, and the chain connecting the two sticks broke open. The nunchaku Divided into two parts and dropped to the ground.

This kind of deterrence makes people in the place a tremor!

More than a dozen members of the Sanda Club slammed into the ground and looked pale. They were really scared. This is the most terrible nightmare of Xiao Luo.

"Sholo, just stop, they have already conceded, you should not be too much!" A boy in a white training suit stood up and pointed to Xiao Luo.

Xiao Luo glanced at him faintly: "You are also a Sanda club?"

"I am Wu Yunlong, the president of the Taekwondo Association. You are today..." The white training suit boys showed their identity.

"Since it is not a Sanda club, then you are not qualified to speak, just stay on one side, do not care for me!" Xiao Luo waved and interrupted, and then step by step to scare a dozen members of the Sanda club.

Wu Yunlong is very angry. He wants to be the president of the Tango Taekwondo Association. Even if he is a mentor in Huaye, he will give him a few thin faces, but Xiao Luo is not giving him a face, which makes him hate the roots.

"Then I will fight with you!"

Explosively screamed, four or five steps rushed, leaping high from Xiaoluo and three or four meters away, a sneak peek, hit the head of Xiao Luo.

The bounce is amazing, the speed is fast, and it brings a whistling wind!

"Another one is vying to be a dog!"

Xiao Luo's face suddenly cold, the body tilted backwards, avoiding Wu Yunlong's flying scorpion, and then with the body as the axis, strong to the left to reverse ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ waving the right palm with a fierce power impact on Wu Yunlong's Chest.

Wu Yunlong immediately flew out to the back, and fell to the ground with a bang, and the corner of his mouth overflowed with a trace of blood.

One move, just a move will defeat the president of the Taekwondo Association!

The members of other associations only felt that the hairs of the whole body were upside down from the roots of control. They had previously expressed their doubts about Xiaoluo in the forum, and at this moment they were undoubtedly subversive.

"President!"

The presidents of several Taekwondo Associations rushed up and helped Wu Yunlong.

"Who else wants to fight with me? Stand up, I am satisfied!"

Xiao Luna’s sharp eyes swept away the members of other communities around him, and his eyes were swept away, and they all lowered their heads.

Wu Yunlong glared at the chest of pain, and there was still discouragement. He only felt that his face was lost and he could not tell the humiliation.

(End of this chapter)