Unstoppable Crushing: Starting from Adding Points in Dreams-Chapter 192 - 129 Trouble, Songhe Style Visits_2

"Chen Feng, you little brat, get out here!!"

...

Bang!!

Glass shattered, a shadow flew backwards.

A coach standing at the entrance of the Martial Arts Hall was struck with a palm, smashing through the glass window and rolling several times on the ground.

Seeing this scene, countless students of the Martial Arts Hall were stunned.

The other Official Disciples and coaches, showed expressions of shock and anger, quickly rushing forward to help the injured while surrounding the assailant.

"Get lost!!"

A cold shout resounded, a white crane appearing to soar into the sky.

Screech!!

The clear cry of the crane echoed, instantly causing the people from Yanwu Gym to fly backwards, overturning various equipment and sandbags.

"Where is that brat Chen Feng? Tell him to get out here!!"

An older man with white hair and a medium build roared angrily.

He wore a blue robe embroidered with a white crane in silk thread.

Around him stood four others dressed in similar Songhe Style robes, most over thirty years of age, all bearing the aura of the Entering Strength level.

The only one below this level was a twenty-year-old young man with a small braid, dressed in casual clothes.

It was none other than Jiang Yuan who had come for a malicious sparring before and ended up being slapped into the hospital.

Tap tap tap tap tap!

Rapid footsteps sounded as Chen Feng and Cao Tong rushed over with a group of students.

Looking around, the place was in complete disarray.

Seven or eight Official Disciples who had been guarding the Martial Arts Hall were clutching their chests, blood spilling from the corners of their mouths, collapsed on the ground.

The coach who had smashed through the glass was seriously injured, unconscious.

In an instant, Chen Feng’s face turned icy, his gaze on the approaching group already murderous.

"The Fifth Uncle, it’s him."

Jiang Yuan hastily pointed at Chen Feng; the old man who had previously shouted coldly then looked over piercingly.

"What a murderous eyes!"

"Get over here!!"

With furious brows, the crane’s cry started again.

Screech!!!

Visibly, behind the old man, a White Crane True Intent soared into the sky, heading straight for Chen Feng.

In an instant, Cao Tong and the others’ expressions changed.

Chen Feng, standing at the forefront, lowered his eyes, filled with killing intent.

"Why... must you push..."

Roar!!!

Before Chen Feng could make a move, a fierce tiger roar suddenly erupted!

An elderly figure in a gray robe appeared instantly, Red Tiger True Intent rushing out, pressing down the phantom of the white crane in mid-air.

"Yang Chengyuan, are you seeking death?"

The Third Elder stood in front of Chen Feng, his robe billowing, face somber and filled with lethal intent.

The group mostly shifted in expression, but the white-haired old man, fearless, kept the power circulating around him, quickly reinforcing the White Crane phantom to escape the Red Tiger’s bite.

"Yan Chong, others may fear you, but I certainly do not!"

The white-haired old man known as Yang Chengyuan retorted the Third Elder’s name, then pointed at Chen Feng with a murderous face: "This boy killed an Elder of our Songhe Style!"

"Today, even if it means war between the Songhe Style and your Flame Tiger Sect, you must give me an explanation."

A cold threatening voice echoed throughout, the Elder frowned, and the expressions among the students and coaches varied.

Their head senior brother killed an Elder of Songhe Style?

Impossible!

No one believed this, but the other party was utterly convinced.

"Jiang Yuan, tell them!"

"Yes! Fifth Uncle."

Jiang Yuan, still wearing the casual sports outfit from a few days ago, obeyed and stepped forward.

His face slightly pale and haggard, he pointed at Chen Feng, gritting his teeth: "It was him, the day he beat me and my master severely, sending us to the hospital still wasn’t enough for him."

"Three days ago in the morning, as my master and I were planning to leave Nanjiang, we were ambushed by him on the road. My master died protecting me from his hands..."

His voice filled with tears and venomous hatred.

If Chen Feng didn’t know better, he almost would have believed him.

"Any evidence?"

The Third Elder sternly retorted.

"I saw it with my own eyes, that is the evidence!"

"And this man is ruthless, I fear he has already disposed of my master’s body!"

Jiang Yuan responded angrily with tears, the white-haired old man seizing the opportunity, pressed directly: "Yan Chong, say it, will you hand him over to me or not!"

As he spoke, the phantom of the White Crane reappeared behind him, hovering overhead, ready to strike at any disagreement.

Seeing this, the Third Elder’s face filled with lethal intent, decided resolutely.

"If it’s a fight you want, let’s fight! Cut the crap!"

"Come on!"

Roar!!!

The Red Tiger pounced, the phantom flames exploded into reality.

Tiger’s roar and crane’s cry burst forth simultaneously, the white-haired old man’s power flowed, his eyes signaling.

Swoosh!!

Beside him, four True Inheritors of Entering Strength emerged simultaneously and rushed to surround Chen Feng in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this, the Third Elder’s expression changed slightly, intending to come to the rescue.

"Yan Chong, your opponent is me!"

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Three True Inheritors of the Songhe Style took this opportunity to cover a distance of seven or eight meters, surrounding Chen Feng and Cao Tong from all sides.

Two at the Second Level of Entering Strength and one at the Third.

Danger appeared, and Cao Tong’s expression changed, but he still planned to grit his teeth and hold on.

But the next second.

"You are really... looking for death."

Roar!!!

A Tiger Roar burst out, deep red erupted.

The moment the power exploded, Chen Feng leaped forward like a tiger!

His figure was faster, taking the lead to strike out to the left, directly hitting the incoming person’s chest with a palm.

Crack!

The sound of bones breaking resounded, causing everyone’s color to change.

The next second, he reached out to grab the other person’s head, lifted his leg, and kneeled upward. His face was ferocious, filled with the killing intent of aggression.

"Sixth Junior Brother!!"

The other two True Inheritors’ faces changed drastically, hastily bursting out their power.

Buzz!

The whooshing sound of tearing the air arose as one attacked Chen Feng’s back head and neck with a chopping palm, while the other’s fingers turned into claws aimed at Chen Feng’s abdomen.

Thud!!

A dull sound burst out; the True Inheritor whose head was grabbed took a hard knee from Chen Feng.

Blood spurted from the nostrils, the nasal bridge collapsed, blood vessels filled his eyes, bulging outwards.

The other two attacks also hit Chen Feng but...

Buzz!!

His skin instantly turned the color of ancient bronze.

The intense rebound made the other two pause, their pupils constricting.

Immediately after, there was a continuous crackling sound of muscles and bones.

"Songhe Style..."

"Are you all this worthless?"

With an indifferent voice, Chen Feng looked down at the two, casually grabbing the True Inheritor in his hand and flinging him towards them.

Thud!!

Both of them were hit but, concerned about their fellow sect members, they dared not retaliate, only forced to retreat in discomfort.

"Kid, if you dare, just let..."

Swoosh!!

Dizzy and bloody, the True Disciple was hurled out by Chen Feng like a weapon, directly heading towards the one at the Third Level of Entering Strength.

That person’s expression slightly changed, quickly circulating his power to catch him.

But then, the next instant.

Thud!

The ground of the Martial Arts Hall shattered, deep red power erupted, and a Tiger Leap reappeared!

The large and towering figure instantly crossed a distance of eight or nine meters, arriving in front of the other Second Level of Entering Strength.

"Damn it, let’s fight!"

He roared, attempting to resist. His fingers formed into claws, covered in power, and reached forward.

Crack!!

Fist and claw collided.

Bone fractures erupted again, along with the tendons and wrist bones shattered by a punch, causing his eyes to fill with blood, wanting to cry out in pain.

But before he could react, a powerful hand had already reached out, grabbed his mouth, and along with the entire face, pressed downward.

Thud!!

The ground shook again, the wooden floor completely shattered.

Blood poured out, and Chen Feng took the opportunity to pick up a scattered barbell plate from the ground and smashed it towards the other’s head.

Thud, thud, thud!

Continuous dull sounds echoed, only within a few breaths.

The scene was utterly one-sided, the white-haired old man named Yang Chengyuan looked astonished and angry, having not anticipated Chen Feng’s fierce combat power.

Wanting to intervene, yet he saw the Third Elder coolly smiling.

"Why do you think I chose to fight you?"

Mockery filled the air as Yang Chengyuan’s eyes widened.

"Junior Brother!!"

The final True Inheritor’s eyes seemed to split, his power gathered and compressed in his palm.

Swish!!!

Power released outward, appearing like a column of white light.

The steel equipment touched twisted, Cao Tong and the others wanted to exclaim.

But yet.

Swish!

The power hit the body, unrelenting.

Chen Feng dropped the shattered barbell plate, stood up bending his knees, turned around to look at the other.

"Did you... not use your strength?"