Chapter 22

"How about it? Do you still want to continue? Aren't you ready to admit defeat yet?"

On the stage, Fang Haitao wore a smug smile, but his attitude thoroughly enraged the members of the Soaring Team below. After all, Lu Tian was a part of the Soaring Team, and for Lu Tian to be humiliated like this was as good as slapping them in the face.

With Fang Haitao's shoe sole pressing against his face, a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of Lu Tian's mouth. His sense of male dignity grew even stronger, and the raging anger temporarily made him forget the pain in his chest. It ignited his latent strength, and he suddenly grabbed Fang Haitao's ankles with both hands and flipped him over.

Caught off guard, Fang Haitao didn't react in time. By the time he did, he felt his body become weightless and then he was thrown to the ground, landing on his back with a thud.

Pain shot through his back, and Fang Haitao's eyes turned dark. This was a tremendous humiliation for him. Lu Tian was like an ant in his eyes, yet he had been thrown by this weak ant. Wasn't this a huge joke?

"Damn it, I don't have time to play with you anymore." Fang Haitao stood up from the ground and kicked Lu Tian in the chest.

Lu Tian used his arms to shield his chest, but the difference in strength between them was too great. Lu Tian was kicked off the stage, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Lu Tian, how are you? That bastard Fang Haitao is simply too much." Zhou Ping helped Lu Tian, who had been kicked off the stage, to his feet.

Lu Tian forced a smile and said, "I'm not dead yet. I, Lu Tian, will settle this score someday."

"You don't have to wait until later. I'll help you settle it right now." Ye Chenfeng looked at the smug Fang Haitao on the stage with dark eyes, and a cold smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.

"Chenfeng, you're not joking with us, right? How can you be a match for that bastard? A gentleman avenges a wrong after ten years. I think we should wait for a better opportunity!" Zhou Ping didn't believe Ye Chenfeng could be a match for Fang Haitao, even though Ye Chenfeng had shown extraordinary physical strength and perseverance during the past month's training.

"Right, Chenfeng, Zhou Ping is right. Don't be reckless. I'll settle this score myself later." Lu Tian, supported by Zhou Ping, quickly advised.

"Who are the next two? Why don't you all come up at once? I, Fang Haitao, will take on all three matches today. I see the Soaring Team as nothing but a bunch of trash, completely unable to compare with our Fierce Tiger Team." Fang Haitao stood on the stage, full of arrogance.

Since that's the case, Ye Chenfeng didn't need to wait for the third match. He leaped onto the stage. Fang Haitao was too arrogant and lacked any sense of human decency.

"Chenfeng is really impulsive. He's just asking for a beating!" Zhou Ping frowned.

"Whether he wins or loses, Chenfeng will always be my best friend, Lu Tian. If he asks, I'll do anything for him, even if it means climbing a mountain of knives or diving into a sea of boiling oil." In Lu Tian's eyes, Ye Chenfeng was going up there to take a beating for him. For a moment, this big guy was deeply moved by Ye Chenfeng's actions, but Ye Chenfeng never fought without a plan.

"Lin Zhonghu, is it true that your Soaring Team can't produce a decent opponent? Can this pretty boy win against our Haitao?" Li Zaitian sneered, believing that his Fierce Tiger Team would surely win today's matches.

Seeing Ye Chenfeng step onto the stage, Lin Zhonghu immediately calmed down, inwardly laughing, "Li Zaitian, you fool, you're in for a big surprise."

On the stage, Ye Chenfeng and Fang Haitao faced each other. The disdain on Fang Haitao's face grew even stronger. From his physique, Ye Chenfeng looked even weaker than Lu Tian.

"Didn't you hear me? I'm letting the next two matches come up together. This is my special favor to your Soaring Team." Fang Haitao said arrogantly.

Ye Chenfeng pursed his lips and asked, "Where does a clown like you get the confidence? I don't think you even deserve to be human. In your next life, just be content to be an animal!"

Fang Haitao's smile froze, and he shouted, "Since that's the case, I'll teach you a lesson and show you who the real clown is!"

"Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap—"

As soon as Fang Haitao finished speaking, Ye Chenfeng appeared in front of him, leaving him no time to react. The sound of slaps echoed loudly on Fang Haitao's face.

A series of slaps left Fang Haitao dazed, his teeth falling out onto the ground, and he let out a painful groan.

At the same time, Ye Chenfeng's fists hammered into Fang Haitao's chest, completely incapacitating him.

This series of actions happened in a flash, and the audience below fell silent. No one expected such a result. One move, just one move? Fang Haitao was defeated? And he couldn't even fight back? This, this is ridiculous, right?

Even Lin Zhonghu, who knew about Ye Chenfeng's skills, was stunned. He had thought it would take at least twenty moves for Ye Chenfeng to defeat Fang Haitao, but...

"I told you you're a clown, but you refused to admit it. Now you're tasting the consequences, right? Are you ready to admit defeat?"

Fang Haitao's teeth were knocked out, and his face was swollen like a pig's head. He couldn't even speak, but that was exactly what Ye Chenfeng wanted.

"You're quite stubborn, huh? Then I'll play with you a bit."

"Slap, slap, slap—" As he spoke, Ye Chenfeng slapped Fang Haitao's cheeks again. This time, he controlled his strength, just making Fang Haitao feel a burning pain. He wanted to make Fang Haitao taste the humiliation he enjoyed inflicting on others.

Fang Haitao had no ability to fight back against Ye Chenfeng. The burning pain in his cheeks only fueled his anger, but he knew he was no match for Ye Chenfeng. He kept mumbling indistinctly, admitting defeat.

"What did you say? Speak up. Still not ready to admit defeat? The members of the Fierce Tiger Team are indeed tough! Then I'll have to make your face suffer." Ye Chenfeng put on a show, slapping Fang Haitao's cheeks repeatedly.

"Lin Zhonghu, make your team stop." This time, it was Li Zaitian's turn to be restless. His previously cheerful face turned dark.

Lin Zhonghu laughed and threw Li Zaitian's words back at him, "The rules are clear. The match only ends when one side admits defeat or passes out. Do you, Instructor Li Zaitian, want to violate the rules?"

"You, you—" Li Zaitian couldn't say a word.

This time, Lin Zhonghu was thoroughly pleased. Ye Chenfeng's actions were exactly to his liking. He wanted to see if the Fierce Tiger Team would still be arrogant after this.