C21 Powerful Could It be

Mo Feiyu raised his left hand to block Loong's iron fist. Unexpectedly, Loong actually took two steps back.

Loong's expression immediately changed. Although he had restrained himself with this punch, it was at least able to pass through the wooden door. At this moment, he was actually blocked by a frail youth with one hand and even backed off.

Withdrawing his fist, Loong felt that he did not punch the other person just now. Instead, he punched the steel plate, causing his hand to hurt from the shock.

"A practitioner?" No wonder you dare to jump like this. "

Loong looked at Mo Feiyu and then took out a pair of finger tigers from his pocket and put them on his hands. He said with an evil grin, "I just like to practice fighting skills."

"Come, kid, grandpa will be with you for real."

After saying that, Loong punched towards Mo Feiyu's temple. This time, he didn't hold back at all.

Mo Feiyu slightly frowned. He didn't expect Loong to be so ruthless. If it was a normal person taking this punch, they would probably be so stupid.

However, Mo Feiyu still didn't pay too much attention to it. Instead, a faint smile appeared on his face. "Since you are heartless, then don't blame me for being unjust. If you aren't merciful, then I have no reason to hold back."

At the moment when Loong's fist was about to hit him, Mo Feiyu suddenly lowered his body and dodged the killing blow. At the same time, Mo Feiyu's right hand turned into a fist and quickly punched Loong's chest.

Under the incredulous gazes of the crowd, Loong's body flew seven or eight meters away like a cannonball, directly colliding with the wall, and heavily crashed onto the ground. Loong, who had fallen on the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood. The beauties beside Zhang Shihao all turned pale and shrunk into a ball when they saw this scene.

"Loong, how are you?" Zhang Shihao was also a bit surprised at the moment.

Loong was his number one general. Yet, he was beaten to the point of vomiting blood by a seventeen or eighteen year old child?

At this moment, Loong felt that he didn't get hit at all, but hit in the chest by a high-speed truck. When he looked down and saw that his chest was sunken and his ribs were broken, he wanted to struggle to stand up, but just as he wanted to, he spat out a large mouthful of blood.

In the end, Mo Feiyu chose to hold back at the last moment. Otherwise, Mo Feiyu could have punched through Loong just now.

"Good, very good." The muscles on Zhang Shihao's face twitched unceasingly. Evidently, he was already angered to the extreme. He only felt that his dignity as the boss of the past few decades had been challenged and his face rubbed against the floor. At this moment, he only wanted to take revenge on Mo Feiyu at all costs.

Zhang Shihao waved towards the crowd behind him: "Hurry up and kill him."

At this point, the situation had completely exceeded Jiang Gaoming's expectations. Taking advantage that Mo Feiyu had attracted all of his attention, he and Ling Mengyan's classmates ran away together.

The dozen or so black-clothed men behind Zhang Shihao looked at each other, escaped from the machete and rushed towards Mo Feiyu.

In Zhang Shihao's opinion, if you can fight again, can't you fight a dozen alone? His bodyguards were all elite fighters.

Seeing this, Ling Mengyan knew that it would be a burden if she could not help and thus took a few steps back. However, she did not run away. Mo Feiyu was hired by her to protect her, so how could she escape? Thus, Ling Mengyan, who had taken a few steps back, held Chen Qingling in her arms, not allowing her to see the bloody scene that could possibly happen.

"You're courting death."

Mo Feiyu said indifferently. Then, his body moved and rushed into the enemy's formation like a welcome in the air.

The current Mo Feiyu had the strength of a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator. With a wave of his hands, he had the strength of a thousand jin. As for things like chopping knives, not to mention injuring him, they could not even harm his shadow when faced with his nimble and agile body.

In less than a minute, more than a dozen of Zhang Shihao's men were lying on the ground wailing in pain.

Mo Feiyu was too ruthless. Every one of these black-clothed men had at least one fracture, and a few of them even had their limbs broken.

"Is he that powerful?" Looking at the scene before her, Ling Mengyan's eyes were wide open in disbelief.

He thought that Mo Feiyu was just a young man that his father had found to fool him, but he was actually such a well-hidden master. One man fighting a dozen saber-wielding men was an easy victory, and it was almost an instant kill.

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn't have believed it at all. Even if she had, Ling Mengyan would still feel like she was dreaming.

Mo Feiyu slowly walked to the sofa opposite Zhang Shihao while stepping on 'corpses' all over the floor. He said calmly, "Now, tell me, do you think I can afford to offend you?"

Silence, a deathly silence in room number 1!

Zhang Shihao stared at Mo Feiyu with his pair of eyes, while his face turned pale and turned purple.

Zhang Shihao didn't expect that over a dozen of his capable subordinates would be unable to even defeat a single student. Mo Feiyu's skills were far more than terrifying. He had never seen such an expert in over twenty years of fighting.