Chapter 118: Not Afraid of Fighting (Part 1)

  Yang Yawei had just turned around, and the corner of his eye caught sight of the flying beer bottle. Although it wasn't aimed at him, there were still Lu Lu and Xia Xue Lan behind him. The training in the gym over this period of time was indeed not in vain, or rather, the effect of energy stimulating the core was also not in vain. Yang Yawei's neural reaction speed was extremely fast, and as he watched the flying beer bottle, his body paused for a moment before directly blocking Lu Lu and Xia Xue Lan with his back. Then, with a direct punch, he smashed towards the flying beer bottle.

  Don't think Yang Yawei is a good kid, which boy hasn't fought? From junior high to senior high, Yang Yawei doesn't know how many times he's fought with people. For this flying wine bottle, if you can't dodge it, and have to come at it head-on, you must be fast and ruthless, your moves can't be soft, or else it'll hurt even more.

  Lulu and Xia Xue couldn't react in time, accompanied by a loud "bang", a bottle of beer that hadn't even been opened was smashed into Yang Yawei's fist and exploded into countless fragments, the beer and shattered glass poured down on them like a deluge.

  Yang Yawei didn't dodge, he was about to dodge when Xia Xuelan and LuLu behind him almost got hurt. Yang Yawei just tilted his head to the side, "Crash" a crisp sound, Yang Yawei's whole body was instantly drenched in beer, with foam all over his head. Fortunately, Yang Yawei's fists were hard enough that most of the broken glass shards flew out in other directions when the bottle shattered.

  Not many people were actually involved in the conflict, and the crowd outside was just there to buy things at the farmer's market and watch. When the beer bottle flew out, the people fighting inside didn't notice, but the onlookers outside saw it all. Yang Yawei punched the bottle into pieces, getting completely soaked in beer, and the crowd watching the commotion immediately parted to make a path. Yang Yawei and Lu Lu's group of three were suddenly exposed.

  The conflict in the crowd was not as chaotic as imagined, and it's unclear how the beer flew out, but when the crowd dispersed and Yang Yiwei could see inside, they had already stopped fighting. With one glance, Yang Yiwei spotted the yellow hair in Wu Heizi's mouth.

  Can't help but stare, this guy has a head of golden hair, just like a golden retriever, and his hair is styled in an explosive fashion. He's wearing a vest on top, and both arms and the exposed neck are covered in tattoos.

  That yellow hair obviously also knew that his beer had misinjured others, seeing Yang Yawei looking over, the yellow hair stared with his eyes, waved a bottle of beer in his right hand, and loudly scolded: "Look! Look NMB look, hurry up and roll!"

  "Damn it!" Yang Yawei immediately got angry, but before he could turn his head to look at Lu Lu and Xia Xuehan, the glass shards that flew towards the three of them were not many, however, the beer was all spilled. Xia Xuehan was fine, just splashed a bit, but Lu Lu's body was soaked in quite a lot of beer, and since she was wearing less to begin with, the places where her clothes got wet revealed her bra vaguely.

  Yang Yiwei didn't say another word, and directly pulled his own collar with both hands, taking off the T-shirt that was covering his head. He turned around and handed the laptop bag to Lu Lu, saying: "Put it on."

  "Yang Yawei, what are you doing!" Xia Xuelan reacted extremely quickly, seeing Yang Yawei's action and immediately knowing what he was going to do, she let out a cry of surprise.

  "It's okay, you guys stay here." Yang Yawei said, and directly turned his head to charge forward. He was only about 10 meters away from Huang Mao's side. Originally, when Huang Mao's eyes widened, the onlookers thought Yang Yawei was going to retreat, after all this young man looked tall and big, but with a pale complexion, he was obviously a university student, and definitely not as good at fighting as these thugs.

  You didn't see that on Huang Mao's side, seven or eight people were basically all wearing tank tops and short sleeves. Although the muscles exposed on their arms weren't overly impressive, they must be stronger than these pale university students in a fight. But what happened next made everyone's eyes almost fall out - this pale young man had a fiery temper, he directly pulled off the hoodie T-shirt on top, threw it to the girl behind him and charged over.

  Just as the young man took off his clothes, the onlookers couldn't help but let out a low whistle. The visual impact was too great, and the contrast between before and after was too huge. At first, everyone thought Yang Yawei was just a fair-skinned college student, but once he took off his clothes, this wasn't a college student at all - it was a wolf in sheep's clothing, a beast hiding under the sheepskin!

  Yang Yawei's muscles made everyone who saw them involuntarily take a cold breath, and without thinking, they knew that someone who could train their muscles to this extent was absolutely not a good person. The crowd that had just given way to a passage almost retreated several steps with a "hula" sound, and the entire conflict circle expanded by a large circle.

  Huang Mao was also visibly startled by Yang Yawei's muscles, and after being stunned for a moment, he looked down at his own muscles again. Seeing Yang Yawei rushing over, Huang Mao immediately became enraged. "What the f**k are you all looking at? Hurry up and get out of my way!" he shouted, directly swinging a wine bottle as he led the charge forward.

  Damn, this blond guy is really daring. Originally, the distance between the two sides was only about 80-90 meters, but with a fierce charge from both of them, they almost clashed in the blink of an eye. In that instant, all thoughts of his own skeletal modifications were thrown to the back of his mind, Yang Yawei didn't think about those things at all.

  As he watched the blond-haired man swing a beer bottle at him, Yang Yawei's head instinctively dodged to the left, while his right fist swung fiercely towards the blond-haired man's face. In a fight, you have to aim for the face first, after all, these people are all out to get each other. The blond-haired man had much more fighting experience than Yang Yawei, and when he saw Yang Yawei's incoming punch, the corner of his mouth curled up in a sneer.

  This would hit Yang Yawei's head, although it wasn't accurate, but he himself would definitely get hit too. Huang Mao sneered and his body also slightly tilted to the side. Then, a bottle of unopened beer in his hand directly smashed towards Yang Yawei's fist. Huang Mao calculated everything, but he miscalculated one thing - the hardness of Yang Yawei's fist!

  Yang Yawei's first punch directly shattered the beer bottle, but because the beer bottle was flying over, Yang Yawei's muscles and skin had been toughened by the stimulation of the energy core, and only felt some pain, without even breaking the skin with glass debris. However, Huang Mao apparently didn't notice these details.

  When he swung the beer bottle, his face full of excitement, and charged at Yang Yawei's fist, which came crashing down on him, in his mind he had already seen Yang Yawei being smashed into a sorry state. So when the blow came, he merely tilted his head slightly to one side. Although Yang Yawei didn't have Huang Mao's rich experience in fighting, his reaction was extremely quick. His right fist couldn't dodge Huang Mao's incoming beer bottle, so Yang Yawei gritted his teeth and added more force to his right hand, making a slight adjustment to the direction before charging forward to meet the beer bottle head-on.

  With a crisp "bang" sound, Yang Yawei's fist and beer bottle made contact, the entire beer bottle instantly shattered into a pile of fragments. Yang Yawei's head suddenly tilted, his eyes unconsciously closed, and his fist smashed forward in the direction he remembered.

  Two muffled and crisp sounds, "thud" and "crack", almost came at the same time, followed by a wave of pain in his right fist. Huang Mao's heart-wrenching scream was heard immediately after. Yang Yawei closed his eyes, fearing that the glass shards would splash directly into his eyes, but the surrounding onlookers saw everything clearly.

  Almost at the same time as Huang Mao's miserable cry, everyone in their hearts couldn't help but follow with a wince, not heartache, but on behalf of Huang Mao's pain! Yang Yawei's fist was so powerful that it directly shattered the beer bottle in an instant, and his fist didn't even stop for a moment before almost immediately smashing into Huang Mao's right cheek. The sound of "ka" was clearly the sound of Huang Mao's jawbone being dislocated by Yang Yawei's punch, and Huang Mao's entire body was like a football that had been kicked out by a player, flying backwards at an even faster speed.

  Yang Yawei's fist and Huang Mao's face were still separated by more than a dozen shards of broken beer bottles, Yang Yawei's punch not only shattered Huang Mao's cheekbone but also smashed the shards of glass into his face. Huang Mao's decent-looking face instantly became terrifying, covered in blood.

  Luckily, the girl's life was spared, as Yang Yawei's fist swung upwards from below. If it had hit her temple directly, she might have lost her life to that shard of glass. The flying Huang Mao crashed into several henchmen who were hot on his heels, sending them tumbling backwards in a heap. Even some bystanders who failed to dodge in time were caught up in the chaos.

  One hit kill! A completely naked one hit kill! If it were usual times, these thugs would have rushed up with red eyes after seeing blood, but Yang Yawei's punch was a bit too powerful, and Huang Mao let out a miserable cry, his head covered in blood, and he fainted after knocking down several thugs. The seven or eight thugs behind him took a cold breath after seeing Huang Mao's appearance, and they didn't dare to move.

  Several thugs looked at Yang Yawei with even more fear in their eyes, as if they were looking at some kind of prehistoric monster. The surrounding onlookers almost held their breath instantly, and the entire scene fell into an eerie silence. Only a few thugs who had been hit by Huang Mao were left there, groaning incessantly, stumbling to get up.

  The air around seemed to solidify all at once, the atmosphere suddenly becoming extremely heavy. The onlookers even felt a little short of breath. Yang Yawei's heart also skipped a beat when he saw Huang Mao's appearance clearly. Could this punch have killed that bastard? However, his face managed to endure it.

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