No one can be a dog licker

Wu Baitian's face showed no sign of trembling at the shouting, and his breathing method was still running smoothly in his body.

However, Su Tingxu was obviously really angry and had no intention of settling the matter peacefully.

Lei Zhizhi tried desperately to pull him aside, trying to calm him down, but Su Tingxu's strength was so great that he could hardly control it.

Wu Baitian didn't intend to indulge him in this regard. He closed his eyes and patted Yuan Que's shoulder. His voice was neither loud nor soft, but every word was clear.

"Go and teach him a lesson. If you lose, blackmail him for money. If you win, I'll reward you with a Qi and Blood Pill to help you go further."

As early as last night, Teacher Lin gave her the student data of Class 1, but she was blind and didn't see it. However, there was still a huge gap between her and Lin Yi.

So in her opinion, Yuan Que still has a great chance of winning.

Yuan Que's eyes flashed with excitement when he heard this. He had originally not intended to pay attention to the people in Group 1, but now that Wu Baitian had given his instructions, he would naturally not let go of this opportunity.

He immediately stood up and walked towards Su Tingxu with a brisk pace, a provocative yet confident smile on his face: "Let's go!"

Su Tingxu witnessed this scene, and his anger turned into a sneer in an instant: "Okay! I want to see what you are capable of! Don't just talk!"

He suddenly broke free from Lei Zhizhi's shackles and strode out of the meditation room.

He chose to completely ignore what Wu Baitian said, believing that they were birds of a feather.

Wang Er and Lei Zhizhi followed the two out, and the meditation room suddenly returned to peace.

Chen Zixuan opened her eyes and looked at Wu Baitian who was sitting in the center position, practicing the breathing technique, and was slightly surprised.

It was clearly taught from Class 1, but Wu Baitian was able to operate it with ease?

But then she closed her eyes again, too lazy to pay attention to irrelevant things.

The important thing is to keep up with Lin Yi's footsteps!

A loud "bang!" sounded from outside the meditation room. Su Tingxu's face was serious. He suddenly raised his foot and kicked Yuan Que's chest mercilessly.

"I've been on guard against you!" Yuan Que reacted quickly. He crossed his arms in front of his chest in an instant, like two solid barriers, firmly blocking Su Tingxu's kick that seemed to be able to shake the mountain.

The air seemed to freeze at this moment, and there was a light in the eyes of both of them that should not be underestimated.

"Hmph, do you think you can stop me like this?" Su Tingxu curled his lips into a sneer, and the strength of his feet increased instead of decreased, trying to forcibly break through Yuan Que's defense.

However, Yuan Que seemed to have foreseen the opportunity. Not only did he not retreat, but he took advantage of the situation to lower his head and bend down, his body as agile as a dragon.

He clenched his fists tightly and punched Su Tingxu's leg, which was already raised high, with a force that could not be ignored.

"Yuan Que?" There was a hint of surprise and anger in Su Tingxu's voice. He didn't expect Yuan Que to fight back so decisively.

"Hmph, do you really think you're so awesome just because you're in Class 1?" Yuan Que's fist suddenly changed direction when it was only an inch away from Su Tingxu's leg and quickly approached Su Tingxu's face.

"Be careful!" Wang Er could only stand by and worry. Although Su Tingxu was not weak, he was not good at adapting to changing circumstances.

In the battle with Mei Feng, he won less and lost more. He was ranked fourth in the grade because of the practical training ranking, which was just barely acceptable.

Su Tingxu's pupils suddenly constricted. Faced with this sudden change, his body was almost unable to react quickly.

He could only turn his body sideways to avoid being hit in the eye by Yuan Que's punch. A sharp sound of wind cut through the air, and then Su Tingxu's chin was hit hard by Yuan Que.

"Humph, you're lucky you're quick to react." Yuan Que sneered, but he didn't stop, his steps moving swiftly. "Su Tingxu, do you think you can defeat me with brute force alone?"

Yuan Que's voice was somewhat provocative, his fists were clenched, and the lines of his muscles were faintly visible under his robe, revealing his hidden explosive power.

Although he was slightly inferior to Su Tingxu in terms of Qi, blood and strength, but...

Before he finished speaking, Yuan Que's fists had already attacked in succession like a violent storm. Each punch was accompanied by the sound of breaking wind, and the air seemed to be torn apart, bringing with it an unstoppable force.

How could these pampered young masters compare to the practical experience he had gained from countless fights since he was a child?

This young master should feel the disparity of the world early on!

While dodging nervously, Su Tingxu took the time to shout to Wang Er: "Wang Er, what are you doing standing there? Come and help!"

He was already distracted by Yuan Que's continuous and fierce attacks. He could hardly find any opportunity to fight back, and Yuan Que even took the opportunity to hit him in the cheek several times.

Su Tingxu only felt a stinging pain on his face, and his vision became blurred due to the pain, making it difficult for him to catch Yuan Que's movements.

This grandson was specifically attacking him in the face!

When Wang Er heard this, he was startled and couldn't help but hesitate.

After all, the rules of a duel do not matter if the two sides have different strengths, as long as both sides agree. But if I participate, it will become a situation where the majority bullies the minority. This is really unacceptable!

Moreover, if the second and fourth graders teamed up to deal with Yuan Que, wouldn't it be embarrassing and be laughed at? How could they face people in the future?

However, Wang Er thought about it and realized that although Yuan Que was mean and stupid, he was not stupid. There were too few opportunities to beat him up like this. I can totally say that Su Tingxu asked for help, so I had to help him for my brother's sake?

Even if it's still embarrassing, if Su Tingxu is really beaten down, it will be a loss of face for the entire Class 1. So, I am fighting entirely for the honor of Class 1!

Wang Er was immersed in his inner moral struggle, while Lei Zhizhi was pondering Wu Baitian's attitude towards Yuan Que. He keenly noticed Wang Er's signs of making a move, and quickly grabbed him, lowering his voice to persuade him:

"Stop. It's too embarrassing. Besides, you know Mr. Lin's character. If he finds out, we'll all be finished."

Wang Er thought to himself: 'Oh, I almost forgot about this! Teacher Lin hates people who bully the weak the most!'

Then he patted Lei Zhizhi on the shoulder and said gratefully: "Thanks to you, brother, I still have to rely on you at the critical moment!"

Lei Zhizhi immediately turned to Su Tingxu and shouted, "Master Su! Don't give up, come on!!! We are here, every cell in our body is cheering for you! Go for it! Let your opponent see your true strength!"

After saying that, he quickly turned his gaze to Wang Er beside him and said, "Wang Er, you can't hide your loud voice!

Didn't you hear Su Shaogang calling for your support? Let's shout together and use our voices to inject unlimited motivation into Su Shao! "

Wang Er showed an expression of sudden enlightenment on his face. He excitedly put his arm around Lei Zhizhi's shoulders, his eyes full of heartfelt affirmation for Lei Zhizhi.

He also immediately shouted: "Master Su! Watch the opportunity and throw a beautiful hook! Then a swift side kick!

Yes, just like that, jump! Jump behind him and catch him off guard! Come on! "

As the two people's shouts rose one after another, more and more students gathered in the corridor. Some of them who were still confused about the situation even joined in the support.

Only Su Tingxu was so angry at these shouts full of encouragement that his face turned ashen. Oh no, his face had turned purple.