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Chapter 43: One move

Anyone who is not a fool will understand that this is just one move that Li Junyao mentioned. As long as Zhang Feng can defend it, Zhang Feng will definitely win in the end.

"Hmph! I want to see if you have this ability." Zhang Feng slightly arched his body, obviously preparing to catch Li Junyao's punch.

Li Junyao just smiled, and then he made a fist with his right hand, and there was a snapping sound at the joint. In this state, Li Junyao was obviously preparing the most powerful attack, which made Zhang Feng feel worried.

The whole audience was tense for about a minute. Li Junyao curled his lips, and a smile appeared on his slightly evil face.

"Bang"

Li Junyao pushed his right leg, and with the momentum, the triple elbow on his right hand exploded, hitting Zhang Feng directly in the face. If this move successfully hit Zhang Feng, Zhang Feng would probably be injured on the spot.

"Is this..." Zhang Feng narrowed his eyes. For some reason, he had a hunch in his heart that Li Junyao's seemingly powerful attack was not the most powerful.

"Fuck, why do you care so much!" Before Zhang Feng could think more, Li Junyao's speed was so fast. In a few seconds, his fist appeared 3 centimeters away from Zhang Feng's nose.

"Roar~"

Zhang Feng roared loudly, crossed his hands in front of his head, gritted his teeth and prepared to take Li Junyao's powerful move.

The pain Zhang Feng had expected in his hands did not appear, but in his lower abdomen, Zhang Feng felt as if he had been hit by a big rock. In an instant, a sweet taste appeared in his throat.

"Pfft~"

Zhang Feng bent down, then flew backwards, hitting the wall with a "bang".

"Send Brother Feng to the infirmary quickly!" The other members of the physical education department immediately exploded, and several strong students among them hurriedly carried Zhang Feng towards the infirmary.

"Li Junyao, you are cruel enough!"

When the sports department helped Zhang Feng pass by Li Junyao, Zhang Feng gritted his teeth and said to Li Junyao.

Li Junyao touched his nose and said calmly: "Are you a novice? You don't even know how to be deceitful..."

"Bah, bang, bang," a burst of applause came, and Li Junyao looked at the source of the applause.

"Su Jianghong..." Li Junyao looked at Su Jianghong in a white shirt and frowned instantly.

"First, you used the illusion of attacking Zhang Feng's face to confuse him, and then attacked his abdomen unexpectedly, using the Ling Li move. Although you could defeat Zhang Feng many times, you didn't do so... and what you used

I guess the move is the long-lost "elbow strength" in China. I don't know if I'm right?" Su Jianghong completely ignored Li Junyao's gaze and pointed out all Li Junyao's intentions and moves word by word with a smile.

"Haha, Brother Jun successfully defeated Zhang Feng. It's gratifying. I'll be the host tonight and I'll hire the Haitian Entertainment Center to invite all the students in Class C3 to sing at the Haitian Entertainment Center!" Before Li Junyao could say anything, Nanling Junxiang came.

Directly announced tonight’s event to celebrate Li Junyao.

"Big money..." Li Junyao shook his head with a wry smile. However, for the Nanling family, even if Nanling Junxiang bought Haitian Entertainment, it would be just a drop in the bucket of the Nanling family.

Looking back at Class C3, all the students secretly frowned. Although there are some people in Class C3 who have some family backgrounds, not just anyone can have the courage to book a contract with Haitian Entertainment Center. This shows Nanling Junxiang’s worth.

high.

It didn't take long for the students in Class C3 to cheer loudly. People like Wang Ze couldn't even think of singing at Haitian Entertainment.

"Huh?" Just as Li Junyao shook his head helplessly, his eyes were fixed by a beautiful figure, and then Li Junyao's mouth curved up with his signature smile that was slightly evil, and he walked in that direction...
Chapter completed!
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