Rebirth In the College Entrance Examination: Making a Fortune with a Rough Man

  Chapter 153 153 Sang Dazhuang

  The faces of the Meng family were too dark, and everyone dared not laugh out loud, so they could only hold back.

  Xu San's face was also a little dark. Although Mulberry didn't play tricks on him like he did to Meng Wenchang, it wasn't much better.

   Having been on stage for so long, I have been led by the nose.

  Meng Wenchang's fate seems to be due to his own contribution. Isn't this creating hatred for him? The Meng family will take revenge, whether he is intentional or not, he will be marked down, and looking back, he is the most innocent cannon fodder.

   He frowned tightly and struck harder. He had to end the battle as soon as possible in order to regain some goodwill.

   After tidying up Meng Wenchang's mulberries, he seemed to have the same plan. He stopped playing around like a monkey, and brought out the speed he used to chase wild civet cats. His body swayed so fast that only afterimages remained.

   Each hit hit Xu San's body quickly, accurately, and hard, with light and light force, and it didn't hurt or itch.

  Xu San didn't take it seriously at first, but as the number of times he was hit increased, the inconspicuous pain spread to his internal organs, and his limbs became more and more weak.

  It was only later that I discovered that the places where the mulberries hit were not randomly decided. Every place was designed and thought out. This young man is very scheming.

But Xu San discovered it too late. When the mulberry hit his left chest for the last time, Xu San felt his heart stagnate, his blood surged, his mind went blank for a moment, and his whole body went limp without warning, making him feel weak. Not half effort.

  Mulberry calmly stopped: "You lost, Comrade Xu."

   Xu San pursed his lips and remained silent. He did lose, and the loss was ugly. He lost because of underestimating the enemy and arrogance.

  Sangshou looked at Meng Tianshou indifferently: "The kid was lucky enough to win, please don't blame the family members, Mr. Meng, they did their best."

   Meng Wenchang gritted his teeth, his face sank like water, he will get back the face he lost today.

  Meng Tianshou twitched the corners of his mouth and said with a sneer, "You really are young and promising."

   "Thank you for the compliment."

  Meng Tianshou snorted and stopped talking.

  Sangshen walked down the ring calmly, and glanced at Sang Dazhuang as he passed by.

  Sang Dazhuang's eyes showed disgust: "Do you know that your speed is one-tenth of a second slower than before? Did you eat too much recently?"

  Mulberry froze, pursed her lips, walked to Yuzhi, sat down silently, looked at the pastry his mother gave him, hesitated for a tenth of a second, and slowly began to eat.

   It doesn’t matter, a few pieces of pastries will be gone after a few laps, and the speed will increase.

  Maybe it was Mulberry's temperament, too cold, and his reaction was too indifferent, so that he won. The atmosphere at the scene was low, everyone was silent, and their eyes followed the young boy.

   Until he walked off the ring and sat and ate, everyone was a little distracted. They seemed to be recalling whether he won or lost, and what happened just now, they didn't understand.

  Compared to the enthusiastic shouting of mulberry leaves, the backing of mulberry is very bleak.

Seriously rubbing his nose, he stepped onto the stage in embarrassment: "Well, come and help Comrade Xu down. Heroes come out of youth, and our little comrade Mulberry is young and promising. We won the first battle and the second, and won perfectly. Not bad, everyone applauds him and congratulates him ah."

   Only then did applause erupt sparsely. Everyone always felt that the atmosphere was not right. After all, the low air pressure over the Meng family was too obvious.

  Mulberry didn't care at all, the old **** stayed out of the matter, as if it had nothing to do with him.

  Bitting his teeth seriously, he still won't take the host's job from now on, it's embarrassing: "Well, the challenge continues, the next one, come, come, please name your challenge opponent."

  The next one is the man under the hands of Papa Sang, with a strong figure, dark skin, and a murderous look between his brows.

  The legs are steady and the foot is strong. He has good leg skills.

  He stepped onto the stage and pointed at Sang Dazhuang: "Comrade Sang, let's practice and see if you have earned the reputation of our chief."

  Sang Dazhuang strode onto the stage with a ferocious face on his face, his steps were unrecognizable to his relatives, his aura was the only one, and he was a domineering word.

  The man who came to the stage first was not small in stature, but when Sang Dazhuang threw a club to the side, he looked particularly petite, and lost a lot of momentum in an instant.

  Sang Dazhuang glanced at the man with disgust in his eyes: "You are not my opponent, and the rest, don't come one by one, let's go together, call it a day, I'm busy."

  The expression of the man on the stage suddenly darkened. Due to the occasion and his status, he held back his silence.

  Everyone in the audience was discussing, and the tone of Lao Sang's family was getting bigger and bigger.

  The remaining dozens of contestants were all annoyed by these words.

  One person said angrily: "We have so many people beating you, it's useless to win. If you are really busy, just refuse." No one begged you to come and fight, so show off.

Sang Dazhuang disdained to sneer: "You're such a dick, you still can't win by force, you win a fart, let's talk about it if you win. When I went up the mountain to hunt and eat meat, you were still **** playing with **** What about the mud, challenge me, you are a ball."

   "If I say you want to hit me, then hit me. Don't talk nonsense. If you want to hit me, get out of here. You're like a bitch. If you don't hit me, get out of here."

  The man blushed with anger, glared at Sang Dazhuang for a long time, and choked out two words: "Vulgar."

  Sang Dazhuang rolled his big eyes, his disgust was beyond words. It's not a girl, and it's vulgar. I haven't seen anything more vulgar.

Mr. Mo smiled and said: "Little **** is the same as you old ruffian when you were young. You talked rough and vulgar, but you just found a beautiful wife. Did the ancestor of your old Sang family do too many good things? You There are so many people in the house, and I don’t restrain myself, I scare the daughter-in-law away, let’s see where he cries.”

  Old man Sang let out a sound: "You know what a fart, this is the manliness, you old and weak chicken can't envy you."

  Master Mo snorted, too lazy to argue with the ruffian.

The people in the audience didn't move for a long time, and Sang Dazhuang waited a little impatiently: "Everyone is a coward, what's wrong, I'm afraid of death, so many people don't dare to mess with me, what are you doing alive, you can urinate on each other and drown .”

  Everyone turned black.

   "Okay, Comrade Sang uttered bold words, we can't really admit it, please enlighten me." One person walked onto the ring with an angry face.

   If there is one, there will be two, and then dozens of people stood on the ring at the same time, standing on the side of the guy at the beginning, opposing Sang Dazhuang.

  The faces of all the men are as black as ink, and they are bound to teach Sang Dazhuang a painful lesson.

  Sang Dazhuang moved his neck and looked around: "Is there any more? Don't wait for me to finish beating and pop up again. I don't have time to make gestures for you. Hurry up if there are others."

  Sang Dazhuang's eagerness to clean up caused a lot of outrage, and several people walked up in the crowd.

  The ratio of one to fifty made the audience angry.

  I want to see if the boastful Sang Dazhuang is overreaching, or if he really has the ability to fight ten against one.

  Yuzhi also sweated for Sang Dazhuang, holding the hands of Mulberry and Sangye from left to right, and looked at the **** bear on the stage without blinking.

  Mulberry and Mulberry Ye took a look at their hands, quite surprised. They didn't expect their weak mothers to have such a lot of strength that their little paws turned white.

  Wang Xinfeng wasn't worried about her son at all. With that size, he could withstand the beatings of hundreds of people simply by being beaten, so there was nothing to worry about.

  Elder Sang and Father Sang are not worried either, they have great confidence in Sang Dazhuang.

  Although they dislike Sang Dazhuang's appearance, they are still sure of Sang Dazhuang's ability.

  Meng Tianshou looked at Sang Dazhuang with serious eyes, and rubbed his fingers unconsciously. The little beasts of the Sang family were more difficult to deal with one by one.

  Looks turned to the woman of the Sang family.

  Yu Zhi seemed to notice something, raised her eyes to look over, nodded and said hello with a smile.

  Meng Tianshou also nodded with a smile, the murderous aura in his heart was not revealed at all, and he looked away as if nothing had happened.

  Yuzhi's smile gradually subsided, and she lowered her eyes to meet the shining gaze of the mulberry leaves.

   Smiling and pinching the little faces of the siblings: "Look at what I'm doing, look at your father, he just disliked you just now, you also look for his flaws."

  The siblings turned their heads and looked towards the ring.

  In the arena, Sang Dazhuang lacked interest, and the opponent was fifty people with solemn expressions and unfriendly expressions.

  The fight was on the verge of breaking out, and someone in the crowd made the first move. Sang Dazhuang flashed his figure and followed suit.

   Seeing this, the rest of the people gathered around Sang Dazhuang as they had agreed upon.

  Sang Dazhuang curled his lips in disdain, spotted a person, kicked him out, and directly kicked him off the ring.

  The man weighing more than 70 kilograms, under Sang Dazhuang's feet, floated off the stage as lightly as a fallen leaf, causing a burst of exclamation.

   This kick really frightened many people. The originally seemingly united and powerful team of 50 people broke apart in an instant.

  It is easier to deal with when people are distracted.

  One person tried to sneak attack from behind, Sang Dazhuang slashed his neck with a knife in his backhand.

  The man felt his blood stagnate instantly, and his heartbeat stopped for a moment. Before he could react, he was thrown off the ring by Sang Dazhuang, lying on the ground, in a dazed state.

   Several people took advantage of Sang Dazhuang's move to attack. Sang Dazhuang grabbed the neck of the visitor with one hand, and kicked the other person away at the same time.

  Seeing this, someone next to him hurriedly attacked Sang Dazhuang's only leg supporting his body, kicked it fiercely, and kicked Sang Dazhuang on the side of Sang Dazhuang's knee.

  The person who was a little excited thinking that he could give Sang Dazhuang a blow, didn't expect that Sang Dazhuang didn't move at all when he kicked down, and even the other kicking leg seamlessly kicked towards him.

   Terrified, he couldn't dodge in time, followed the person who was kicked down before, and fell off the ring.

   One kick, coupled with a heavy fall, broke two ribs, his face turned pale from the pain, and he clutched his chest and gasped for breath.

  The two men whose necks were pinched by Sang Dazhuang hadn't been let go. Because of suffocation, their faces were flushed and their eyes were bloodshot.

  Dang dong dong several times, four or five people were thrown off the ring, and the two who were about to be crushed to death were also thrown down at the same time.

   A group of people fell into a ball, took a few breaths, and passed out.

  In less than three minutes, the team of fifty people dropped by a third.

  The rest of the people have slightly better skills, but they dare not rush up at will.

  Everyone formed a circle, wary of Sang Dazhuang, exchanged glances, and tried to cooperate in the battle.

  Sang Dazhuang let out a cold snort, and quickly attacked one person without stopping, without giving anyone a chance to conspire.

  Seeing that he was about to send that person flying, he suddenly withdrew his hand, turned around temporarily, kicked his legs, and kicked the two people who were secretly poking behind him off the ring at the same time.

  Thinking that the escaped man wanted to sneak attack, Sang Dazhuang suddenly turned his head around, slapped him with his hands, and slapped him out.

  His palms as big as cattail palms slapped him, it was no different from being slapped by a stone slab.

  The man was stunned at the time, and fell down the stage in a daze, half of his face was swollen into a steamed bun, blue and purple, and he didn't know how hard he was.

   After shaking a few times, he vomited and passed out. It should be a concussion.

   Not surprisingly, this person belongs to the Meng family, and those who were seriously injured are basically from the Meng family.

   At the very beginning, Sang Dazhuang looked around, remembering clearly those who made small moves with the Meng family.

   There are also a small number of people who were seriously injured, who were malicious towards him. No matter who they were, they had to be dealt with maliciously.

  The audience swallowed their saliva silently, and dared not say that the Sang family was overconfident, self-righteous, and arrogant.

  He has this ability, and his crisp movements make people excited.

  His attack is ruthless and vicious, very like the old Sang family.

  The faces of the Meng family became more and more ugly, and the enmity with the Sang family was getting deeper and deeper. The Sang family was slapping them in the face again and again.

  Mr. Mo was also shocked, and asked Mr. Sang: "Compared with this kid, who is better?"

Old Man Sang smiled and said: "In terms of well-behaved fighting, I was slightly better than this kid in my heyday. But in terms of fighting hard, I am no match, and neither is Sang Tiedan. It can be said that among the people I know, no one can beat this kid." enemy."

  Master Mo took a deep breath and said nothing more.

  Mr. Lan was also excited in his heart. The ability of Mulberry and Mulberry Leaf was enough to shock him. Unexpectedly, the father of the brothers and sisters was even more excited.

  Sang’s family, they are really loved by God. Some people are born with tyrannical strength.

  People who think this way, not only Mr. Lan, but most of the people sitting here think so.

  The Sang family is a family loved by God.

  Love? Yuzhi doesn't think so.

  No one has experienced what happened to Sang Dazhuang when he was a child, so they don’t know how he lived until now.

  The accumulation of blood and sweat is what makes us what we are today, not because of God's love.

  However, Yuzhi was really excited when she saw the man on the stage killing all directions. For the first time, she felt that her man was really handsome.

  The hands of the brothers and sisters holding the mulberries and mulberry leaves became tighter and tighter, and they became more and more excited, and their eyes were full of sang big and strong light.

  The brothers and sisters looked at their hands, but didn't dare to say anything, and then looked at each other, but they were speechless. When they were fighting just now, their mother wasn't so excited.

   Then he poked Wang Xinfeng.

  Wang Xinfeng looked at Yuzhi ecstatically looking at Sang Dazhuang's appearance, feeling a little sour, and his daughter-in-law had never been so excited for her.

  However, she is also happy that the young couple have a good relationship.

  On the stage, there were only a few people left. Sang Dazhuang's bulky body moved nimbly.

  The remaining few people are very strong. Sang Dazhuang can't win with one move, but victory is a matter of time.

  Several people come and go, fighting hard, making people dazzled.

  Yuzhi doesn't understand martial arts, so he can't see who has a better chance of winning. It's just that you come and go, and the atmosphere is very tense.