He's War God

0There was a sea of people at the entrance of the Taekwondo club. From the looks of it, most of the female students from Halo High School were here. They squeezed together like a flock of sparrows and chirped non-stop.    

    

Even many boys had come. The Taekwondo association and the Free Fighting Association had dispatched quite a number of people to maintain order. Otherwise, the scene would have been even more chaotic.    

    

"I can't go in! How long will the queue last?"    

    

"I told you not to eat! Because a meal delayed me from looking at my Prince Charming, I want to die!"    

    

...    

    

Many people were complaining. His Prince Charming was clearly right in front of them, but he was still far away.    

    

"Jiang Muwan!"    

    

At this moment, a short-haired beauty walked over.    

    

She was wearing a blue T-shaped belt with half of her chest exposed. It was obvious that she did not bring a bra with her. As she walked, the two large white rabbits kept shaking.    

    

She wore black hot pants on her lower body, which saved a lot of fabric. It was sexy and hot.    

    

"Sun Xiaoling! You're here too!"    

    

Jiang Muwan did not expect that her close friend would also be here. The two of them hugged each other and were extremely sweet.    

    

"What is it? Bring your boyfriend out to watch the competition!" Sun Xiaoling looked at Shen Qingfeng and whispered in Jiang Muwan's ear in an ambiguous tone.    

    

"F * ck you, that's my good brother!" Jiang Muwan rolled her eyes and explained.    

    

"By the way, where's your boyfriend? He's not with you?"    

    

"A boyfriend?" Sun Xiaoling was puzzled.    

    

A few days ago at the Mad Horse nightclub, Jiang Muwan saw her playing with a boy too much and thought that they were boyfriend and girlfriend.    

    

"Oh! That... we broke up!" Sun Xiaoling quickly reacted.    

    

"So fast?"    

    

"That's right! They only dated for half an hour!"    

    

"Huh?"    

    

Sun Xiaoling held Jiang Muwan in her arms. From time to time, she would look in Shen Qingfeng's direction, and a strange look flashed across her eyes.    

    

...    

    

Shen Qingfeng looked around and found that there were quite a number of people he knew!    

    

Apart from Sun Xiaoling, there were also a few other people who had attended the Mad Horse's nightclub gathering.    

    

The young master of Panther, Zhao Wenbo, had been feeling uneasy recently. He was worried that Shen Qingfeng would find an opportunity to take revenge on him. One should know that he was a ruthless person who dared to threaten Lin Feng with a gun!    

    

Fortunately, these few days had been calm and peaceful.    

    

It seemed that the noble man had forgotten about the matter and did not take a person like him seriously.    

    

He really did not expect the two of them to meet again under such circumstances.    

    

He was also the leader of the Taekwondo club, and his task today was to maintain order at the scene.    

    

"Brother Bo, Shen Qingfeng is here. What should we do?"    

    

"Why don't we go up and greet him?" At this moment, his subordinate asked.    

    

These few people were also experienced members of the Mad Horse's nightclub. They knew about Shen Qingfeng's background.    

    

If they bumped into him this time, they would pretend that they didn't see him, but if that person were to settle accounts later, wouldn't they be in big trouble?    

    

"Follow behind me, give me a look!"    

    

Zhao Wenbo hesitated for a while on the spot, and finally made up his mind.    

    

Enemies should be resolved, but not enemies. Shen Qingfeng's status was so high, he might not lower himself to his level.    

    

"Brother Feng, you're here!" Zhao Wenbo walked up and said with a smile.    

    

"Hello, Brother Feng!"    

    

"Hello, Brother Feng!" A few lackeys behind him shouted in unison.    

    

"Yes."    

    

Shen Qingfeng nodded slightly. He did not have a good impression of Zhao Wenbo, but he knew that Zhao Wenbo would not hit a smiling person.    

    

"Brother Li, the competition is about to start. There are too many people here. Let me take you in."    

    

Zhao Wenbo touched a soft nail, but he was not discouraged. Instead, he said respectfully.    

    

"Okay, lead the way!" This time, Shen Qingfeng clearly spoke too much. He said four words.    

    

"Okay! This way please!" Under the lead of Zhao Wenbo and the others, Shen Qingfeng and the others did not need to line up and smoothly entered the venue.    

    

"Ang Zihao! Ang Zihao!"    

    

"Han Yichen! Han Yichen! "    

    

...    

    

The atmosphere at the scene was very lively. The girls automatically split into two factions to cheer for their respective idols. The momentum was quite spectacular.    

    

A nine-foot-tall boy was standing in the middle of the venue. His skin was fair and handsome. The corners of his mouth always contained a faint smile, appearing extremely confident.    

    

He raised his hand slightly and a miracle happened. The girls from the two factions actually stopped talking at the same time, and they nervously stared at the performance of the people in the venue.    

    

He looked around and was very satisfied with his charm.    

    

A proud son of heaven was born to be different from others.    

    

But at this time, a few of the audience just happened to rush to the front row and enter his field of vision.    

    

A beautiful figure held onto the boy's arm and actually had a happy expression on her face, causing his expression to become slightly stiff.    

    

Ang Zihao had not had a girlfriend for three years in high school, because on the day of school, he had once met a beautiful woman who lit up his entire high school life.    

    

He had a crush on Jiang Muwan for a long time, but he had never said it out loud.    

    

He was the Martial God of Halo Middle School, and he could not do something like chasing someone else.    

    

He believed that as long as he worked hard and was outstanding enough, the goddess would always notice him, and they would naturally be together.    

    

However, this result broke his heart.    

    

The boy beside her, Ang Zihao, knew. He was a famous poor student. He did not study well and even pursued the social butterfly Yu Qianqian.    

    

Why would Jiang Muwan be with such a person? Ang Zihao could not help but clench his fists.    

    

"Ang Zihao, in a few months, you will be leaving Halo Middle School."    

    

"I hope you can give me the title of Martial God of Halo before you leave!"    

    

"What do you think?"    

    

Han Yichen was not very tall. He was wearing a loose training suit with his hair hanging down to his neck. The bulging muscles on his body made him look like a hard rock.    

    

He only weighed 160 pounds, but he could be the president of the freestyle fighting association. He often narrowed his eyes, making people unable to see through him.    

    

Apart from being defeated by Ang Zihao in the provincial martial arts competition a year ago, he had no other defeats.    

    

This man stepped on his head and won the title of Martial God of Halo!    

    

Now that Ang Zihao was about to take the college entrance exam, this was his last chance to challenge him. He had to get rid of his shame!    

    

Ang Zihao had no choice but to take his opponent's challenge seriously.    

    

He had heard about the hard work Han Yichen had put in this year. It was said that he often trained in the dojo until late at night, and the hard work he had put in could be imagined.    

    

Although he did not think that Han Yichen could defeat him, he still had to be careful not to fail.    

    

"Han Yichen, the Martial God of Halo is just an undeserved reputation. If you want it, I can give it to you."    

    

"But there is a reason why senior wanted to teach you before he left."    

    

"This principle is that there is always someone better than you. As a person, don't be too arrogant."    

    

Ang Zihao's words were laced with a sharp edge. He wanted me to give away the glory of the Martial God. Are you worthy?    

    

He didn't expect that the two male gods would start a fierce confrontation the moment they appeared!    

    

Their declaration that was filled with the smell of gunpowder had completely ignited the atmosphere of the scene!