Unstoppable Crushing: Starting from Adding Points in Dreams
Chapter 104 - 90: This Level of Strength, You Also Qualify?_2

Chapter 104: Chapter 90: This Level of Strength, You Also Qualify?_2

Some whispered gossip started to arise, and everything within a hundred meters was clearly visible, as though directly before their eyes and ears.

Instantly sensing the malice in it, his gaze turned cold.

He immediately stepped forward, dragging the half-conscious skinny young man, and headed towards Dongling Boxing Gym aggressively.

"What the hell is he doing?"

"Has he lost his temper? But wait, didn’t he win?"

"No way, I see, he seems to be going to Dongling Boxing Gym!"

The crowd murmured amongst themselves, but none dared to block his path, instead actively moving to the sides like a parted wave.

At the club, Lin Hao and the others came back to their senses, understood the reason, and quickly followed.

In a blink of an eye, the entire mall set their eyes on them.

On the first, second, third, and fourth floors, hundreds of people sensed the commotion; some hurriedly rushed to the second floor, while others stopped and looked down from the railings.

"What are you going to do!"

Dongling Boxing Gym had already sensed something was wrong; a middle-aged coach and over ten disciples stood at the door, their expressions solemn.

"Did you invite him here?"

Chen Feng asked coldly, the skinny young man he dragged bleeding at the corner of his mouth, his consciousness blurred and unclear.

Muttering words like ’monster’ and ’innate divine strength.’

"What does this have to do with us?"

The middle-aged coach’s eyes twitched, swiftly retorting, "Friend, are you trying to frame us? That would be too much, wouldn’t it?"

The crowd reacted diversely upon hearing this; Chen Feng remained silent for a while.

"Damn..."

Wang Cheng from the crowd behind wanted to curse angrily but was quickly stopped by Lin Hao shaking his head.

Among the many students who came along, Li Chengdong and Zhuang Xiaoqing exchanged looks, both finding the situation tricky.

"Framed?"

Chen Feng looked towards the people of Dongling Boxing Gym.

The middle-aged coach was the closest, less than half a meter away.

His aura was not weak, around Professional Seventh Level.

Most of the ten plus disciples behind him were at the Amateur Seventh and Eighth Rank.

Among them, two figures stood shoulder to shoulder with him, just slightly behind by half a body’s length.

One of them was the familiar figure from before, also the man who left the club yesterday, about thirty-something, wearing a loose T-shirt, with thick joints, Professional Level 6.

The other was an old boxer, with graying hair and a ruddy complexion.

Dressed in a white robe, he gave Chen Feng a feeling very close to the skinny young man, but with a clear decline in vitality, not in his peak condition.

"Indeed, Dongling Boxing Gym has always been upright and straightforward, established here nearly a decade ago."

"My friend, although you came later, you are overwhelmingly strong. If you really think we are an eyesore here, just speak frankly, why resort to framing and lying?"

The middle-aged coach, thinking he had the upper hand, spoke defensively.

Several people in the crowd were persuaded, beginning to look at Chen Feng with disfavor.

Everyone dislikes malicious competition, even feeling empathetic to it.

"Falsely accused?"

The malice in his perception grew stronger, and Chen Feng suddenly laughed.

The middle-aged coach frowned at this, and his two companions and disciples also looked confused.

The next second.

Bang!!!

A headbutt landed!

A muffled explosion sounded, and the middle-aged coach saw stars, feeling as if struck by an iron hammer, his forehead swollen red and his body staggered back.

"How dare you hit me!"

"Looking for death!!"

The man in the T-shirt and the old boxer reacted the fastest.

Amid their shock and anger, they both struck.

The former’s punch was like a dragon snake, bringing a terrifying momentum directly forward.

The latter’s fingers turned into claws, like a Flying Eagle soaring, with flashing power.

Bang!!

The sound of fist against flesh was immensely muffled, and everyone’s hearts skipped a beat.

Fist to head, claw to chest,

But, unexpectedly, when they looked at the situation, Chen Feng remained unmoved, and all their attacks left not even a scratch on him.

"This!"

"Hard Skills?"

Both were shocked and incredulous, then a Tiger Roar sounded the next second.

"Scram!!"

Chen Feng’s body shook, and his Power burst forth!

Suddenly, the two men’s faces changed dramatically as they staggered backward.

The other disciples reacted, some with exceptional courage wanted to seize the opportunity to attack in succession, suppressing Chen Feng to increase chances for their coaches.

But before they could get close.

Bang bang bang bang bang!!

Chong Quan, Whip Fist.

The figure thrust forward, and heavy fists savagely smashed into their faces; seven or eight figures were thrown back, overturning everything.

Clatter!

The glass of the Boxing Gym shattered all around, and passers-by turned pale with shock.

The middle-aged coach recovered from his dizziness, and seeing this scene, his anger surged.

"This is too much!"

He roared, stabilizing his posture, his muscles moving, rushing forward like a dragon snake.

Unyieldingly, Chen Feng’s internal Strength converged, his legs sank like a Red Tiger crouching, sinews and bones resounding, and a Tiger Roar shook the forests.

Roar!!

Like a fierce tiger descending to earth, unstoppable.

With a bang, fist against fist.

Crack!

The sound of bones cracking rose, and the middle-aged coach slid back, only stopping when hitting a sandbag inside.

The other two, looking troubled, suppressed all fear and rushed forward, attempting to salvage the last dignity of the Boxing Gym.

Two attacks from left and right, Chen Feng took a deep breath, his arm muscles moved, like rolling boulders, robustly circling.

Veins protruding, Strength converged.

Sixty percent of Blast Punch, enough!

Bang!!

Both fists against palm, Claw Skill broken.

Whether it was the man in the T-shirt or the old boxer practicing Internal Training.

Their faces changed dramatically, feeling a wild brute force assault, tendons numbed, nearly fracturing bones.

Then, bang bang, two sounds.

Two figures flew back, blood spilling from their mouths, heavily smashing to the ground.

The atmosphere was eerily silent, a complete mess.

The remaining disciples stood terrified, beside the shattered glass, not daring to intervene again.

The middle-aged coach’s face turned pale, and the surrounding passers-by widened their eyes, feeling the imposing figure was like a fierce tiger descending the mountain, oppressed in their hearts.

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