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Ding Ning was hit again, one of his eyes was swollen to the point where it only had a slit left. He complained to Ding Feng, "Brother, how did you offend someone again? They said that if you don't accept his challenge, they'll beat you up every time you see me. "

Ding Feng touched his head. "Why are you so stupid? Can you not fight with him? The schools do not all stipulate that the challenge must be a voluntary one on both sides. "

Ding Ning refused to accept this and said: "I just can't stand them speaking ill of you, slandering you everywhere! They said that your brother was beaten up, and you didn't even dare to stand up for me. "

Ding Feng glanced at him. "You added the last sentence yourself."

"My brother, I'm really standing up for you and getting beaten up like this. Don't you know how savage that guy is? He has a nickname, Mad Man. He's really ruthless!"

"Zhang Tianbao?"

"You want him to hit me even when you know about it?"

"How would I have known that you were so stupid as to fight a duel with a Martial King! Do you really have that much confidence in me? "

"Of course, you are the tyrant of the streets, and if you dare to make him angry like that, I don't believe that you will be afraid of him!"

Ding Feng glared at him and said, "Am I just a coward in your eyes?" A chestnut burst and Ding Ning cried out in pain.

"Let's go, you are my younger brother, I will stand up for you." Ding Ning, who had already lost all hope, could not stop cheering.

Martial Arts Association, Martial Arts Practice Field.

This was a place specially set up for students to spar in martial arts. It could withstand the power of a peak Martial King. After both parties signed their names and approved, they entered the arena to fight. They were not allowed to use weapons, were not allowed to cripple people, and were not allowed to kill people. However, as long as it was an injury that could be healed by ordinary medical means, it was acceptable.

Zhang Tiangbao was at least a head taller than Ding Feng. Looking at his strong body, he weighed at least 200 pounds. He was already standing on the stage, clenching his fists and making cracking sounds.

A skinny monkey with small eyes said, "Brother Tian, there's no need to be so serious. Judging from his weak appearance, I'm afraid he won't even be able to withstand a single punch from you." A seemingly gentle person coldly said: "No matter what, he is still the first in the written test of Barren City. Let's punish him a little, don't hurt him too badly."

A voluptuous girl with curly hair and a big mouth said disdainfully: "It's useless being a scholar. Only an expert like Brother Tian has a future. What's the use of having a good written exam result!"

Another vice president of the martial arts association also did not think highly of Ding Feng. He said to Zhang Tiangbao, "He's the vice president of the association after all. He's a standard for freshmen. You should give him some face later."

Zhang Tiangbao chuckled, "Don't worry, I won't slap his face."

The news of the college entrance examination champion and the martial arts major's "Madman" Zhang Tianbao's challenge quickly spread, and more and more people came to hear it. Zhang Tiangbao was ranked seventh among all the freshmen in the martial arts department, but in the ranking competition, besides the top two, he was the only one who was at a disadvantage from the third to sixth place.

If he did not have the absolute strength of the first two to suppress him, he could have been turned upside down by his madness. As a result, he obtained the nickname "Madman", and won many fans who supported him.

He took off his shirt, revealing his strong body. The muscles on his body rippled, showing that he possessed great strength. A group of young girls with stars in their eyes screamed at the "Madman" on the stage, "Brother Tian will win!" There was also a bold girl who stared at his shorts and whispered to the girl next to her, "Look at how big he is, he must be incredibly powerful!"

Soon, the Martial Arts Association started their business. They opened a betting table for the two and began to collect their gambling stakes. Human nature had always been a gambler. The Star Alliance did not prohibit gambling because they did not want to stop people from gambling. However, they had limited the amount of money they could spend and the odds they could get were no more than one to four times that amount.

Facing this group of students, the wager set by the Martial Arts Association was even lower. The highest wager was no more than one hundred yuan, and the payout was only one to two. It was purely a small gamble.

On Ding Feng's side, there were less supporters. Only Ding Ning and Mo Xinting were the only ones who had a good relationship with him in high school. Other than Ding Ning, no one else thought well of Ding Feng.

More of the audience was eating melons. On one side was a famous fanatic from the martial arts department, and on the other was the top scorer who had shocked Barren City with a full score. The influence they brought quickly filled the stands around the Martial Arts Practice Grounds.

Ding Feng carefully read all the rules before going onstage. Then, he signed his name before leisurely walking to the martial arena. One of Zhang Tianbao's fans shouted, "Admit defeat! Otherwise, you will die a horrible death!"

One of the girls in the crowd said in a low voice, "He's so handsome. I like his figure. He's much prettier than that gorilla. Even if he loses, I want his contact information."

Walking onto the stage, the two faced off with a bow. Zhang Tiangbao was the challenger. First, he gave his name, and then Ding Feng replied. This was the Star Alliance's rule for the Challenge Competition.

The referee walked between the two of them and asked, "Is everyone ready?"

Ding Feng suddenly asked Zhang Tianbao, "How were your written test results?"

"This is the Martial Arts Practice Grounds, why are you asking about this? No one here cares about your written test results. "

"No, no, no, that's not what I meant. I meant that's what I'm relying on in battles." Ding Feng pointed at his head.

"You're saying I don't have a brain?" Zhang Tianbao asked angrily.

"How could that be? Everyone has brains since birth. I saw you look like this, so I was worried that your muscles had gone too far and entered your brain." Ding Feng replied with a smile.

Ding Feng's smile suddenly became so repulsive in Zhang Tianbao's eyes. He shouted at the referee, "I'm ready! Let's begin!" He was already impatient to pin Ding Feng to the ground and rub him.

The referee looked at Ding Feng, smiled and nodded, "I'm ready."

"Tyrant Dragon Fist!" The muscles all over Zhang Tiangbao's body swelled up as he unleashed his powerful strength. He punched at Ding Feng's face with lightning speed, causing waves of screams to ring out from outside the arena.

Ding Feng stepped to the side and easily dodged the attack. He reached out his hand to support Ding Feng's elbow. Zhang Tiangbao took advantage of this and said, "Dragon Swinging Tail!" He swept his leg toward Ding Feng, who was behind him. Ding Feng spun his leg around, causing the kick to miss. At the same time, he also pressed down on the back of Zhang Tianbao's head to increase his strength.

He reacted extremely fast, rolling away like a lazy donkey. Ding Feng, who had gained an unrelenting advantage, followed him like a shadow and kicked him under the knee, which he was trying to stand up on. He borrowed the force of the kick to knock Zhang Tiangbao out of balance.

At times, he would give a kick, sometimes he would give a push. Zhang Tiangbao was like a spinning top, crazily spinning. He was so angry that he wanted to struggle free from this state, but the explosive power of his anger only made him spin faster.

Then he felt dizzy, wanted to vomit, wanted to tell the referee to stop, but he didn't even have the ability to speak, then later on he felt that he was so weak, he no longer had the strength to explode, but still kept on spinning, all that was left in front of his eyes was darkness, even the stars were gone.

Seeing that it was about time for Ding Feng to leave, he walked down the stage. Zhang Tiangbao spun twice more before heavily falling to the ground and rolling twice more. Without a sound, he started to dream about the calamity that was about to descend from the heavens.