Regal Guard of Dragon

It was an undisguised humiliation!    

As the saying goes, no one slaps the face. Although the two of them were fighting in the open, Zhang Shanyue chose to use humiliation to defeat Lu Yuan.    

Lu Yuan's eyes were blood-red. He panted like an angry raging bull.    

"I'll kill you!" Lu Yuan roared and rushed towards Zhang Shanyue once again.    

Zhang Shanyue smiled disdainfully. With a backhand blow, he punched Lu Yuan's lower abdomen.    

Puff.    

He spat out a mouthful of blood.    

Lu Yuan was sent flying and crashed into the fence of the stage.    

"Lu Yuan!"    

"Senior Martial Brother Lu!"    

Below the stage, Zhao Dong's and Haoran Martial Club's faces changed drastically.    

Too strong!    

Zhang Shanyue was too strong!    

Lu Yuan did not even have the strength to resist!    

How could this be?    

Last year, Lu Yuan beat Zhang Shanyue. It had only been a year, how could the gap between the two be so wide?    

Su Haoran did not look too good either. Not only did he lose to Jin Liu'an in martial arts, but he also lost to Jin Liu'an in teaching disciples.    

"Are you convinced?"    

Zhang Shanyue walked in front of Lu Yuan and asked condescendingly.    

"I refuse to accept this!" Lu Yuan's expression was full of hatred as he stood up and wanted to sneak an attack on Zhang Shanyue.    

Zhang Shanyue sneered and directly kicked Lu Yuan's chest.    

'Kacha! 'a cracking sound was heard.    

Lu Yuan was sent flying once again, and several of his ribs were broken.    

"Enough!" At this moment, Zhao Dong shouted coldly and flew onto the stage.    

"Zhang Shanyue, count this loss as my junior brother's loss!"    

"Even if you say so?" Zhang Shanyue raised his eyebrows. Although Zhao Dong was the strongest disciple among Su Haoran's group, he was not afraid at all.    

"Don't go too far!" Zhao Dong's eyes turned cold. Zhang Shanyue's intention was clear. He wanted Liu Tie to admit defeat.    

However, if Lu Yuan were to admit defeat, then he would be crippled for the rest of his life. At the very least, he wouldn't be able to improve in martial arts at all!    

"You're going too far?" Zhang Shanyue sneered, looked at Zhao Dong and said, "Do you know how many ribs your junior broke last year?"    

Zhao Dong's expression changed. Last year in the martial arts competition, Lu Yuan was too ruthless. No wonder Zhang Shanyue hated him this time.    

"Last year's incident was indeed done by my junior brother..." Zhao Dong braced himself and still wanted to explain.    

Zhang Shanyue waved his hand and said coldly: "Alright, no need to say anymore. This time, I will let him go and continue the duel."    

"Continue." Zhao Dong took a deep breath. After this event, Zhang Shanyue would probably become Lu Yuan's inner demon. If Lu Yuan was unable to defeat Zhang Shanyue, Zhang Shanyue would be the shadow for the rest of his life.    

"Which one of you is going on stage?" Zhang Shanyue looked at the Haoran Martial Club people below the stage provocatively.    

"Me!"    

Zhao Dong said with a cold face. Even Lu Yuan was not Zhang Shanyue's match. The others who went up were only there to deliver food to Zhang Shanyue. Only he could fight against Zhang Shanyue.    

"Senior Brother, help me cripple him!" Lu Yuan viciously shouted. That slap from Zhang Shanyue had humiliated him completely, and even now, he could not recover his strength.    

Zhao Dong frowned and didn't say anything.    

Zhang Shanyue laughed disdainfully. If Zhao Dong was at the middle stage of Bright Force, he might still be a little afraid, but Zhao Dong was at the early stage of Bright Force like him, so Zhang Shanyue did not put him in his eyes at all.    

Below the stage, Su Lingyu waved her fist with a face full of anger, "This Zhang Shanyue is too despicable. I have to let eldest senior brother teach him a lesson!"    

Chen Feng shook his head and smiled. "It's not certain who will teach who."    

"Uncle, what do you mean?" Could it be that even my eldest senior brother is no match for that fellow? " Zhao Dong was the number one expert of Haoran Martial Club, his Form and Will Boxing was at the acme of perfection, it was all thanks to Su Haoran. Compared to him, Zhang Shanyue was not even on the same level.    

Chen Feng sighed. "Keep watching."    

Originally, Zhao Dong and Zhang Shanyue might have been in the same situation, but Zhang Shanyue had regained his confidence from Lu Yuan and accumulated his unparalleled faith. However, because of Lu Yuan's defeat, Zhao Dong's condition was somewhat affected.    

As soon as he finished, the two began to fight.    

Zhao Dong's Form and Will Boxing was wide open and strong. His momentum was indeed far from what Lu Yuan could compare with.    

However, Zhang Shanyue was not weak either. He used his Cannon Fist to its maximum extent. The shadows of his punches were like a torrential storm, knocking Wu Tie back several steps.    

After a few moves, Zhao Dong was sent flying and fell out of the arena.    

"Eldest Brother!"    

Many disciples of Haoran Martial Club surrounded Zhao Dong who was helping him up.    

Su Lingyu also opened her mouth wide. She didn't believe it when Chen Feng said that Zhao Dong was no match for Zhang Shanyue, but in a blink of an eye, Zhao Dong had become Zhang Shanyue's defeated opponent.    

On stage, Zhang Shanyue said proudly, "Who's next?"    

"I'll do it!"    

Su Haoran's third disciple, Sun Jian's, face was filled with anger. This time, Zhang Shanyue had caused Haoran Martial Club to lose face.    

"You're not my opponent." Zhang Shanyue snorted in disdain.    

"Bullshit!" Sun Jian's face turned red as he attacked Zhang Shanyue.    

Zhang Shanyue's gaze turned cold as he took a step forward. His iron fist was like a cannonball as it directly smashed Sun Jian away.    

One punch!    

Sun Jian suffered a crushing defeat!    

The faces of everyone in Haoran Martial Club turned pale. The three experts in Haoran Martial Club were all strung together by Zhang Shanyue!    

A string of three!    

What should he do?    

"Uncle, is this guy on drugs?" Su Lingyu stamped her feet in anger. If even Zhang Shanyue was so strong, then wouldn't Duan Hong and Chang Qiu be invincible?    

"I'm finished, I'm finished. Uncle, I might really go to Africa." Su Lingyu panicked a little and began talking to herself.    

"I haven't even made my move yet, why are you in such a hurry?" Chen Feng yawned lazily.    

"Uncle!" Su Lingyu rolled her eyes, "Even my senior brother is no match for that guy, so don't even think about it. Even if you win, he still has Duan Hong and Chang Qiu behind him."    

"Sigh, I'd better buy a ticket as soon as possible." Su Lingyu no longer held any hope.    

Chen Feng smiled and didn't say anything …    

"Who else?" Zhang Shanyue stood with his hands behind his back and was extremely arrogant.    

Everyone in Haoran Martial Club looked at each other, but no one dared to make a sound. Although Zhang Shanyue was arrogant, he had the qualifications to be so. At this moment, no one in Haoran Martial Club could fight with Zhang Shanyue.    

Su Haoran's fourth disciple, who was supposed to go on stage, lowered his head. He didn't have the slightest intention of going on stage. He was scared!    

It was just a small matter for him to lose face. What he was afraid of was getting heavily beaten up by Zhang Shanyue and getting off the stage.