306: Chapter 306: Too Bullied (Fourth Update) 306: Chapter 306: Too Bullied (Fourth Update) “I want you dead.”
At this moment, Li Yu had completely lost his mind.
When one punch missed, he immediately threw another.
The punch was fierce, but utterly useless.
Zhang Fan was like a leaf in a wild wind, fluttering unpredictably, moving ghostlike from left to right.
Li Yu’s fist didn’t even come close to touching Zhang Fan.
“That’s the fifteenth punch, huh?
Only five more, put some muscle into it, aim better,” Zhang Fan reminded Li Yu while dodging.
Seeing this scene, both the audience on-site and the viewers in front of the TV were unsettled.
Damn, Zhang Fan is such a freak, managing to talk while dodging?
In the Armed Department, Hua Ling and her group’s eyes were wide open.
“Boss, this guy Zhang Fan is defying the heavens.
Li Yu’s punches are even heavier than ours, and very fast, yet Zhang Fan completely dodges them,” one of them exclaimed.
Hua Ling shook her head: “Haven’t you been beaten by him?
Even if you blindfold him, Li Yu couldn’t hit him.”
As for the Hearing Shadows technique taught by Zhang Dongyang, Hua Ling practiced it every day, yet she couldn’t achieve the easiness of Zhang Fan.
Ah, comparing people can really kill you.
At this moment, Weng Shuang was gripping Ye Yanran’s arm tightly, Ye Yanran grimacing, her arm covered in fingernail marks.
“Yanran, do you think Zhang Fan will be in danger?” Weng Shuang’s pretty face was full of worry, especially after that first punch, which had made her scream.
“Girl, are you completely fallen for Zhang Fan or what?
What danger could that kid be in?
Don’t I know him?
Anyone who dares to fight him definitely meets a bad end,” Ye Yanran scoffed.
“But he doesn’t look as robust as that guy,” Weng Shuang said.
“How come you never think about how that kid can entangle with you for hours?” Ye Yanran rolled her eyes.
Weng Shuang blushed, then nodded like a pecking chicken: “Right, he really is impressive!”
Ye Yanran was speechless…
“Hey, twenty punches are up, now it’s my turn,” Zhang Fan said, then, stepping with the Butterfly Dance Step, he pounced on Li Yu.
This time, he only used forty percent of his strength; he truly feared knocking Li Yu down with one punch like at the beginning.
That would take away all the fun.
Zhang Fan threw a punch incredibly fast, aimed directly at Li Yu’s face.
“Bang!”
The punch landed right on Li Yu’s eye socket.
Li Yu’s head jerked violently backward, but at that moment, Zhang Fan threw another punch.
“I’m a Virgo, asymmetry really bothers me,” Zhang Fan said, landing another punch on Li Yu’s right eye socket.
Instantly, Li Yu’s eye socket swelled up significantly.
“Shameless, shameless, hitting someone in the eye.”
“Cut it out, our Brother Fan is fighting fair and square.
How come you didn’t mention Li Yu’s sneak attack from behind?
Don’t think I’m afraid of you because you’re a woman.”
The supporters of Zhang Fan also immediately shouted.
“Virgo, Virgo, hahaha!
This is killing me!”
The others were in stitches over what Zhang Fan had just said.
My god, now that’s an obsession?
Watching the constant flurry of punches towards Li Yu’s face, the group felt a chill down their spines.
Dude, you don’t hit the face, you’re pushing him to his limit!
Li Yu has so many female fans, you’re cutting off his path to retreat.
However, Zhang Fan was not aware of this.
You think you’re all that, huh?
You think you’re tough?
You said you’d solve me in five seconds?
Come on, let’s hurt each other.
Zhang Fan’s fists flew like shadows, mocking as he recalled nearly two months of combat training—he wasn’t just messing around.
Dealing with such losers?
What was the challenge in that?
One punch, two punches, three punches…
Every time Li Yu raised his head, Zhang Fan would throw another punch.
Li Yu’s mind went blank, only feeling his head being smashed continuously, reminding him of the Whac-A-Mole game.
“Ahhhh!”
Li Yu roared, his hands clutching his head as he charged at Zhang Fan like a mad bull.
“Hey, hey, hey, stop screaming.
What’s there to scream about?
You’re not a little kid anymore.
We’re in a match, after all,” Zhang Fan said as he stepped back to dodge, then stood his ground.
A crowd was utterly speechless.
You know we’re in a match, bro—just knock him out with one punch and end it.
What’s all this fuss?
“Hey, hey, hey, don’t rush off the stage—you haven’t even cried yet.” Zhang Fan watched as Li Yu almost fell off the platform, hurried over, grabbed the ropes, hung on the edge of the platform, and then swung a punch at Li Yu’s chest.
Instantly, Li Yu’s body flew back and slammed harshly into the center of the platform.
The crowd was dumbfounded once again.
Damn, it’s none of your business if he falls off the stage on his own.
You just said it’s a match, didn’t you?
Li Yu, lying on the ground, saw nothing but blankness, with stars swirling before his eyes.
He faintly saw Zhang Fan’s face, which bore a mocking expression as he looked down at him.
As if he were looking at an animal.
He stood up, shaking his head continuously, waiting for the figure before him to become clear again—then, a massive fist came hurtling towards him.
“Bang!”
Zhang Fan swung a merciless punch, always keeping his strength at about forty percent.
Otherwise, a full-powered punch would have definitely given Li Yu a concussion.
“Thud!”
Li Yu fell to the ground again.
“Hey, stop playing dead.
It hasn’t been that long, and besides, I only used forty percent of my strength.
You’re being unreasonable here,” Zhang Fan frowned and said, then squatted next to Li Yu, cupping Li Yu’s head and vigorously pulling him up.
“Forty percent strength?”
Xiong Lin’s group was stunned.
They knew what kind of fighter Li Yu was; otherwise, their boxing match last year wouldn’t have been so dismal.
But you just knocked Li Yu down using only forty percent of your strength?
Isn’t that a bit too much?
“Bear, where the hell did you get Zhang Fan from?
Did you find some expert somewhere?
How much did you pay him?
Or give me the contact info; I’m going to hire someone like him for our team too,” one person said, patting Xiong Lin’s shoulder, eyes ablaze with eagerness.
“Get lost, get lost, get lost.
He’s really a high school senior from our city, so don’t even think about it,” Xiong Lin pushed the person away, feeling secretly thrilled.
Face is getting longer and longer.
“Get lost!” Li Yu threw a punch at Zhang Fan.
However, Zhang Fan leaped back, and Li Yu’s head hit the ground hard.
“Ouch, why are you like this?
I’m helping you stand up—you should be grateful,” Zhang Fan said, then quickly moved forward and punched Li Yu’s nose.
Immediately, a stream of fresh blood spurted from Li Yu’s nose.
“I’m telling you, if you don’t cry today, I absolutely won’t let you leave the stage.”
“Bullying, this is too much bullying.
Coach, coach, please do something!”
The fans of Li Yu started crying and yelling.