Zhong Zhide was so angry that he stood up when he saw Song Ming forcibly entering the venue. The swollen pig head that was slapped by the bricks was already blackened to charcoal. However, when the principal nodded in person, he did not dare to have any other opinions. He only looked at everything that happened in the venue.

After Zhong Ruifeng received the acquiesce of the senior management, his expression seemed extremely ecstatic, and his soul was full of pretentiousness.

What he thought in his mind was that although the other party was a shit man, his cultivation was not worth mentioning, and he had already won the championship. The identities and temperaments of the two were incomparable.

The next best tactic is to let the opponent attack for a few rounds first, and then use a breeze to kill in seconds to show your style as a champion.

At this moment, in order to show his superior demeanor and the pressure created by the huge level difference, Zhang Ruifeng held the sword with his hand, his face as majestic as a god, and said to Song Mingmangmang:

"Collection? Do you collect my account? I think you should-"

The two were only three meters apart.

Before Zhong Ruifeng could finish his words, Song Ming suddenly flashed and rushed away like an arrow.

The starting speed of Bolt on Earth's 100-meter champion is less than 10m/s; Song Ming has been practicing to the peak of Yibendao's body, and the starting speed is close to 30m/s. That is to say, it only takes 0.1 seconds to cross the distance with Zhong Ruifeng, and 0.1 second is also the limit time for humans to discover and react.

Zhong Ruifeng said halfway—

The wind of Songming's fist had arrived, and a punch hit his mouth suddenly. The fist first crossed and then went down, drawing a beautiful arc, and punched his entire head to the ground. Because his body was connected to his head, it slowly "floated" like yellow autumn leaves.

In an instant, lightning flashed!

Powerful, quick, done in one go!

Zhong Ruifeng didn't even finish his words, did not make any defensive moves, and did not even express his shock. Song Ming suddenly punched him and instantly lost all his defense. Even the stone slab under his face was shocked and cracked!

Song Ming squatted down, grabbed Zhang Ruifeng's neck, and asked helplessly:

"Is it close enough now?"

Without waiting for Zhong Ruifeng to reply, he immediately smashed Zhang Ruifeng's nose with a punch:

"Can you hear what I say now?"

Without waiting for Zhong Ruifeng to breathe, he punched Zhang Ruifeng's chin:

"Now I'm here to pay back the money. Can you take it by Brother Champion?"

...

The air suddenly solidified.

These solid rhetorical questions hit everyone's heart like thick drumsticks.

In the media seat, the reporters and the disciples of the academy who were responsible for recording the images all sweated on their foreheads and swallowed their saliva nervously. The "long spear" in their hands did not dare to move at all, for fear of missing such a magical and shocking scene.

The live broadcast signal was then transmitted to every corner of the solar system.

The crowd was uproar, trembling, screaming, puzzled...

Zhong Zhide and all the Fengliudao disciples were shocked and dropped their chins.

Even the principal, Qi An and even the third young master of the Qi family were frowning one by one, with their faces as serious as the frost of a winter night.

Song Ming understood that in the spiritual realm, if a person's head is smashed, although this person can still live, his memory will definitely be restarted, and this is not much different from being dead.

So he did not exert all his strength in this punch, nor did he specifically exert force on Zhong Ruifeng's head, so Zhong Ruifeng's consciousness was lucky enough to be there at this moment.

Zhong Ruifeng stared straight, his eyes were as shocked as if he had huge waves. He was sunken from his nose to his mouth to his chin, his teeth almost fell off, and his face was covered with blood. Surprisingly, he could still speak:

"You... this beast, the competition hasn't started yet..."

Song Ming stood up, spread his hands and said:

"Since you hurt my senior brother, I am your villain - have you ever seen a villain who cares about the game?"

After all, Zhong Ruifeng is a champion monk at level 19 of Qianjindao and has rich combat experience. At this moment, he hardly considered why Song Ming had such a fast body and such a heavy fist. The purpose of what he said just now was to divert the other party's attention.

In the darkness, he had already pinched his fingers with one hand, and led a flying sword to fall from the sky, falling straight to Song Ming's head.

The flying sword whizzed down, and it was about to plug it-

Song Ming moved his ears, and suddenly raised his backhand, grabbed the blade with his bare hands, and followed the side of his body, followed the trajectory of the blade's fall, and inserted a sword into Zhong Ruifeng's heart.

The whole series of movements are swift and coherent, rough and sharp, and done in one go.

Blood will not lie, and Zhong Ruifeng's chest is soaring and he suddenly loses consciousness.

Use the way of others to treat others!

In addition, Song Ming also had to collect some "interest" and plunder Zhong Ruifeng:

[Ding - System prompt: Obtain several private spiritual weapons and elixirs in Zhong Ruifeng, with a valuation of 6 million spiritual yuan!]

[Ding - System prompt: Get 1.2 million spiritual yuan in cash, crack the Lingxing account, and get a balance of 5 million spiritual yuan!]

[Ding - System prompt: Obtain a treasure chest for the Ten-Dao Huiwu Group of the Spark Kilin Academy, worth 8 million spiritual yuan!]

[Ding - System prompt: Obtain a treasure chest for the first-grade championship of the Ten Dao Huiwu in the Spark Kilin Academy, worth 30 million spiritual yuan!]

In this way, Song Ming stood up and did not finish the attack again. Instead, he picked up Zhong Ruifeng's drooping body and threw it far away at the medical team. Suddenly, he said to everyone in Qianjindao:

"I guess Qianjindao mainly means too much money, right?"

...

This sarcasm caused a thousand waves.

The crowd of Qianjindao was filled with thunder, and various curses came one after another:

"Sneak attack!"

"Shameless!"

"Little man!"

"cruel!"

"brute!"

"Are you still a monk like this? Get out of school!"

"What are the law enforcement teachers doing? Why don't such a guy be arrested?"

"Is this the speed that normal people should have? Accelerator must have been installed secretly!"

Even Fengliudao, including Song Ming’s roommates Song Dabao and Zhao Xiaochuan, think that Song Ming probably won by cheating and sneak attack. If he faced Ting head-on, the junior brother would never be Ruifeng’s opponent.

Bai Jie felt a sudden stern in her heart.

Kid looked smiling.

The principal continued to look confused.

Qi'an's face continued to look gloomy.

The severe color on Qi Yang's face became worse.

Qi Yu raised his eyebrows slightly.

Qi Yu Xiaobao didn't know where to go and haven't come back yet.

Jia Renwu's face was gloomy and gloomy. Faced with the amazing scene of Fengliu Dao's disciple beating a thousand-jin Dao's disciple, I don't know whether it was happy or angry at this time.

Zhong Zhide's face seemed to have fallen into a hole in the fire, and his anger spread rapidly, and he was about to ignite his eyebrows. He turned his head to look at the dean and the elders. Seeing that the senior officials had nothing to say, he was originally going to take action, and now he clenched his palms tightly and resisted the urge to take action.

The most dramatic scene in the history of the Ten Martial Arts was transmitted to the entire solar system through the light and sound signals.

Only one person's anger broke through the sky:

"Songming, you're dead!"

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