75: Xiao Feng is so nice, I will give him secret teaching!

Jiang Feng’s whip kick was as swift as lightning, accompanied by the sound of rushing wind, striking the thug’s waist with precision, speed, and force.

“Bang!”

With a muffled thud, the thug felt as if his waist had been violently struck by a speeding truck; he instantly went blank, his brain directly crashing.

“It’s over, it’s over. This hit will probably put me in the Hospital for several months. How is this pretty boy so fierce? I should’ve known not to rush to the front!”

This was his last thought.

His body was completely out of control, flying forward like a kite with a broken string, crashing against the nearby wall with a “clang,” then softly sliding down the wall to the ground, foaming at the mouth and unconscious.

The surrounding thugs, who had been waiting to watch the show and prepare to gang up, saw this scene and instantly their jaws nearly dropped to the floor, their smiles freezing on their faces.

After completing all this, Jiang Feng quickly retreated with a swift stride to Zheng Yiyun’s side to protect her.

Zheng Yiyun was slightly startled and instinctively shrank behind Jiang Feng, a warm current welling up in her heart: “Xiao Feng is so good to me. I must give him some secret lessons!”

All the thugs were terrified, looking at each other with faces full of dread, no one daring to take a step forward, like a flock of startled quails.

Their mouths were wide open, as if they could fit an egg:

“Is this even human?”

“No… no, this pretty boy looks so frail, how can he be so terrifying, with such great strength, able to send someone flying?”

“Damn it, we’ve run into a tough one! This isn’t a pretty boy at all; this strength is even more powerful than a strongman. We’ve probably kicked an iron plate today!”

“I heard Zhao and the others say that yesterday, a few brothers were beaten badly by a pretty boy at Big Boss’s milk tea shop. Could it be this Jiang Feng???”

“Impossible! Don’t be afraid, everyone. Think about the woman behind him; she’s a super-grade beauty, a hundred times better than those technicians. Are you willing to let her go? It’s worth dying for if you can get a taste!”

“That’s right, there are more than ten of us. Are we still afraid of one pretty boy? If this gets out, how can we still make a living? We must kill him!”

The thugs hesitating in front of her shocked Zheng Yiyun immensely.

She stared blankly at Jiang Feng, full of questions. When did Xiao Feng become so powerful?

In her mind, Jiang Feng was still that little kid who followed her around, wanting milk.

But in the blink of an eye, he not only became mighty and strong, but also so capable in a fight?!

But she also knew that now was not the time to ask these questions.

What she needed to do was not hinder Jiang Feng, carefully avoid these thugs, and not distract Jiang Feng!

Zheng Yiyun bit her lip tightly, her body trembling slightly, silently praying: “Xiao Feng, you must be okay.”

Jiang Feng stretched his muscles and bones, his joints making “crackling” sounds. This was his first actual combat after acquiring the Thai Boxing skill.

The power of this perfect-level Thai Boxing was indeed not to be underestimated. He would rely on it to deal with these thugs today.

He felt his whole body filled with strength, as if he could punch through a wall.

Jiang Feng felt that he could now be evenly matched with Tyson, and even after his physique reached 90, beating Tyson across weight classes would not be difficult!

“What are you doing? Hurry up and attack!”

Seeing this situation, Xiong Ge, who was watching from behind, could not sit still. He suddenly stood up and shouted loudly:

“Do you want to be thrown into the dog kennel? If you don’t complete the mission today, Zhi-ge will definitely throw each and every one of you into the dog kennel!”

His face turned red, veins bulged on his forehead, and he was furious:

“A bunch of useless things, failing at the critical moment. When I get back, I’ll definitely deal with them properly!”

The thugs who were still hesitant instantly showed terror upon hearing the word “dog kennel.” In their eyes, the dog kennel was even more terrifying than hell!

Liu Chuanzhi loved to first throw captured enemies into the dog kennel to be torn apart by vicious dogs, and then throw them into a meat grinder to be made into minced meat to feed the vicious dogs!

They remembered those horrifying scenes, and their bodies could not help but tremble.

“Brothers, today it’s either him or us. Don’t be afraid, everyone. No matter how awesome he is, can he be more awesome than Tyson? There are so many of us; one hit each with a stick will kill him!” a thug pretended to be calm and shouted loudly.

“Let’s go all out, it’s better than being thrown into the dog kennel.”

The thugs shouted in unison: “Kill!”

As if that could give them courage.

They brandished their weapons and rushed towards Jiang Feng.

Two thugs who were closer attacked Jiang Feng simultaneously from both sides.

The one on the left held a wooden stick, raised it high, and swung it fiercely towards Jiang Feng’s head, shouting:

“You bastard, go to hell!”

The one on the right held a steel pipe, sweeping it towards Jiang Feng’s legs, a ferocious smile on his face:

“I’ll break your leg, let’s see how arrogant you can be.”

Jiang Feng remained calm, slightly shifting his body to easily dodge the attack from the wooden stick on the left, while simultaneously clenching his right fist and unleashing it like a bullet from a gun towards the chest of the thug with the steel pipe on the right.

With a “bang,” the thug felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if he had been hit by a car. He flew backward, crashing heavily to the ground, and the steel pipe in his hand also fell to the ground with a “clang.”

He lay on the ground, clutching his chest, groaning in pain: “Ouch, damn it, it hurts like hell. What kind of strength is this? It’s simply not something a human can possess!”

Saying that, he spat out a mouthful of blood, clearly seriously injured.

The thug on the left, holding the wooden stick, saw that his attack had missed and quickly swung the wooden stick again, aiming for Jiang Feng’s back.

Jiang Feng seemed to have eyes in the back of his head; he turned around and simultaneously raised his right leg, delivering a beautiful spinning kick that struck the thug’s wrist.

With a “crack,” the thug’s wrist fractured, and the wooden stick flew out of his hand.

The thug’s face turned pale from the pain, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. He clutched his wrist, screaming incessantly: “Ah, damn it! My hand, my hand is broken!”

His heart was filled with fear, and he lay down on the ground, terrified:

“This kid is too strong. We’re no match for him at all. If this continues, we’re all going to be finished.”

Seeing this, the other thugs swarmed forward, some with wrenches, some with steel pipes, striking at Jiang Feng.

For a moment, shouts of killing filled the air!!!

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