Lord of the Desert

Chapter 17
On the rammed earth, another dust splash.

Hong Fan rolled back in embarrassment, and when he stood up, the white martial arts uniform had been dyed a yellowish yellow.

But even if he was knocked down again and again by "playing" and "humiliating", he still looked calm and showed no embarrassment.

In the face of adversity, he finally experienced Hong Li's teachings personally.

That is the so-called "Tao comes first in technology".

After more than ten rounds of competition, Jiang Youde showed sophisticated fighting skills.

But Hong Fan was very sure that his skills were far more comprehensive and exquisite than the opponent's.

The problem is, with the same strength and movement speed, he just can't keep up.

[Jiang Youde's physical fitness is indeed maintained at the level of Chongmai. 】

Hong Fan adjusted his breathing.

[But his nerve reflexes and dynamic vision far surpass mine...]

He tried his best to read his opponent's movements, but as soon as he punched, Jiang Youde grabbed his wrist again and fell down.

In this round alone, the gap is fully exposed.

In the previous boxing gym, even if Hong Fan sparred with the curator who was as honorable as he was, he had never seen the other party easily "catch" his jab.

The muscle memory and strategy selection at the professional fighter level need years of honing, but here, it cannot match the increase in reflex speed after the realm is improved.

It goes without saying which one comes first
[This "humiliation" has benefited me a lot. 】

Hong Fan moved his shoulders, and after confirming that there was no strain, he stood up again.

He knew that Jiang Youde's current performance was aimed at himself.

This method, if it is against the original Hong Fan, may be really effective.

It's a pity that the traversers who have been deprived of the past don't care about such things as face.

"Thank you for your enlightenment."

Hong Fan opened his fists and asked loudly.

"Let's continue!"

The voice suddenly disappeared.

The martial arts training ground at this time is full of sunshine and clear wind.

In the eyes of everyone, Hong Fan continued to be tortured by the teaching assistant.

But Hong Ping and Hong An no longer feel relieved.

They only felt that this guy covered in loess was getting sharper and sharper, making them dare not be insulted.

On the other side, Jiang Youde's face was no longer relaxed.

He thought that with a little trickery, he could make Hong Fan's mentality unbalanced and make a big embarrassment, but he didn't expect this kid to be very calm despite his young age.

【This result is definitely not enough to satisfy the eldest lady...】

Thinking in Jiang Youde's mind, his teeth gradually clenched.

He couldn't be more clear that if he acted according to Da Furen's wishes, his impression in Hong Li would definitely deteriorate.

But when he thought of his younger brother with still scabs on his back, and his mother who cleaned the toilet every day, he finally made up his mind.

Riding a horse and raising a knife for seven years, once the Jiang family made up his mind, he never regretted it.

He clasped his right palm forward, blocked Hong Fan's uppercut and at the same time made a second effort, shaking his boxing frame, and hit the side of his face with his backhand with his knuckles.

The sound of the strike was crisp and pierced through the sky above the training ground.

Everyone looked over.

Hong Fan staggered back a few steps, his face was stabbed with pain - he wiped it with his hand, but his fingertips were slightly red.

In ethnology sparring, you generally don't go to the face; even if you go to the face, you won't use your strength.

After all, a disfigured face is the worst thing to lose face.

Hong Fan stood still, frowning and staring at his opponent.

He knew that he was handsome and compelling, and he also knew that the other party had bad intentions.

I just didn't expect this hand to be waiting.

"What's the matter, Mr. Fan, did you hurt me?"

Jiang Youde asked intentionally.

He has served in Zhu Yiqi for many years, and he has killed more than five fingers.

At this moment, it is obvious that he is picking things up on his own, but he is not guilty. Instead, he asks questions generously and does not lose momentum.

If you are facing the other children who love to put on airs in the ethnology, this question may block the matter.

But Hong Fan was much older than Jiang Youde in his heart.

"You just used more force than the pulse surface."

The traverser said coldly.

"Unruly and dangerous."

Although Hong Fan's viscera were not yet infiltrated by the sense of qi, the dragon soul fruit had additionally strengthened his physical body, and his strength was comparable to the peak of ordinary internal vision.

During sparring, he has been slightly restrained.

So when the opponent shows overwhelming strength, it must have crossed the line.

"It's common for people who practice martial arts to be injured, why should Mr. Fan forcefully seek compensation?"

Jiang Youde shook his head and smiled, confidently.

"I did explode with strength just now, but it never exceeded the scope of the impulse."

He didn't give Hong Fan a chance to argue, his volume increased and his aura was raised layer by layer.

"Wu Dao wins or loses, in anticipating the enemy's opportunity, in the soldier not tired of cheating!"

"Mr. Fan, if you meet an opponent in the future and give you a sudden blow after showing weakness, will you stop and question me like this?"

Jiang Youde folded his arms and spoke in a forceful voice, fully revealing the arrogance and sharpness of the perennial work.

At this time, in the eyes of dozens of ethnic students, the teaching assistant is so powerful that it makes people fearful and dare not refute.

On the training ground, only Hong Fan was still breathing deeply.

A blow to the face would not make him angry.

A little blood and bruises were not enough to damage his outstanding appearance.

But he knew that he had to get angry, he had to get angry—just like many times in the workplace in his previous life.

Simply because anger is a wonderful tool.

If today's matter is left alone, no matter whether Jiang Youde took revenge for his mother or was instructed by the eldest lady, there will be more such things in the future.

With lightning flashing in his mind, Hong Fan already had a strategy.

"you!"

He clenched his fists heavily, gritted his teeth and took half a step forward, staring at Jiang Youde with his head raised.

But after all, he didn't dare to make a move.

Then, in everyone's eyes, Hong Fan seemed to be discouraged, and looked past the confronting person in front of him, and looked into the distance.

"Teacher, I have something to report!"

Following Hong Fan's exasperated words, Jiang Youde and the others thought that the conflict was over, and turned their heads lazily.

At this moment, Hong Fan suddenly moved.

He kicked up a large cloud of dust, directly covering Jiang Youde's head and face.

Under the stinging pain, the latter should close his eyes.

Taking advantage of his loss of vision, Hong Fan raised his elbow in an instant and threw out a big swinging punch, which hit the side of his face.

The force of this punch exploded, and the burly man who was completely defenseless took a few steps back.

After he stood still, he managed to open his eyes, and then spat at his side.

But it was bloody phlegm mixed with a broken tooth.

At the same time, Hong Fan's voice came loudly.

"Wu Dao wins or loses, in anticipating the enemy's opportunity first, in the soldier not tired of deceit..."

As he spoke, he straightened his back and bowed his hands to Jiang Youde.

"Hong Fan, thank you for your teaching assistant."

The wind was rustling, and it could be heard dropping needles on the training ground.

At this time, the disciples of the ethnology looked at Hong Fan's eyes, and they were already in awe.

What Hong Ping Hong An is just a fake move that only dares to strike at classmates, how can it compare to Fan Geer who punches the teacher? !
Hong Fan's retaliation made Jiang Youde's face so gloomy that he was about to drip water.

He was already extremely angry.

The first anger is that a broken tooth is no better than other injuries and cannot be cured - Dahuachao does not have dental implant technology, even if a broken tooth is repaired with gold, it is considered disfigured.

The second anger is that I have worked in Zhu Yiqi for seven years, and I have come and gone in the wind and fire, but because of carelessness, I was injured in public by an inner vision.

As for the last anger, it was because the relatives were coerced by others and forced to use bullying methods.

"Mr. Fan is really good at applying what he has learned!"

After silently taking several deep breaths, Jiang Youde responded.

He bent down to pick up the broken tooth, his hair full of sand.

Everyone knows that the conflict is completely over.

At the side of the martial arts training ground, Hong Li was walking quickly from the teaching dormitory.

(End of this chapter)