152: Chapter 152: Courting Death 152: Chapter 152: Courting Death Seeing Zhang Fan make a move, those who had just witnessed him breaking the steel bed recoiled simultaneously.
“Look, our little Demon King is about to make a move.
This idiot, where did he come from?
Fuck, didn’t he just see the tragedy of the steel bed?”
“Place your bets now, how many ribs will the Demon King break on this retard?”
“I bet five!”
“I bet eight.”
“I bet twenty!”
“I bet thirty!”
“Idiot upstairs, do you even have that many ribs?”
The live stream burst into laughter.
“Heh, you still want to make a move?
I’m standing right here.
If you can knock me flying, you win,” said Jiang Xiaoyang as he looked at Zhang Fan’s reaching hand and burst into derisive laughter with his hands behind his back.
What a joke, a high school student, so skinny, how strong can he be?
Zhang Fan’s palm moved very slowly, like a snail.
The reason was nothing else but his whole body aching, damn it!
“Hahaha, idiot, did this retard go blind just now?”
“Quick, call 120, carry him away, next one.”
“Idiot, this is the fucking hospital.”
The doctor who had just been sent flying by Zhang Fan felt a chill in his back.
Fuck, knocking you flying means I lose?
“Someone, someone, get ready for emergency treatment!”
A group of doctors who had just seen Zhang Fan’s Thunderclap Palm immediately gathered around.
When Zhang Fan’s palm landed on Jiang Xiaoyang’s chest, a crisp cracking sound echoed.
Following that, Jiang Xiaoyang’s body heavily flew out and hit the corridor wall.
“Ah!”
A scream followed immediately.
“Carry him away, carry him away, quick!”
The doctors, already prepared, quickly ran over and carried Jiang Xiaoyang away.
Dong Jian was stunned.
Although he didn’t like Jiang Xiaoyang, this was still someone from their own provincial sports committee.
The four men around Jiang Xiaoyang immediately began to scold, “Kid, you dare to strike someone from our provincial sports committee, good job.”
Zhang Fan looked at the man as if he were looking at an idiot and countered, “So, I’m not allowed to fight back?
Come on then, I am about to make a move, whoever fights back is a coward, how about that?”
Fucking moron, who the hell do they think they are, daring to fight against me just like that?
Really think being big means defying the heavens?
“You…” The man pointed at Zhang Fan, furious but hesitant to make a move, after all, Jiang Xiaoyang had just been carried away with one palm strike; advancing now would be suicidal.
“Just you wait, I’ll call people right now,” the man said, then took out his phone from his pocket.
At this moment, Ye Jingtian and Qin Shuang walked over slowly.
They also knew that Zhang Fan had learned the Butterfly Dance Step and Thunderclap Palm under Master Fu, but they never imagined Zhang Fan could progress so rapidly.
“Call people?” Ye Jingtian chuckled, his gaze icy as he stared at the group.
“What are you, daring to disrespect our provincial sports committee!” someone shouted angrily.
“What are we?” Ye Jingtian sneered and then took out his phone.
“Xiong Lin, come to the provincial hospital.”
Xiong Lin?
Even Dong Jian was somewhat puzzled at this moment.
Xiong Lin, isn’t that the President?
Listening to them directly calling the President’s name, the people behind Dong Jian immediately changed color.
Who is this guy?
How does he know the President?
“Pah, if you can call the President here, I’ll kneel down and kowtow to you,” scoffed the guy who was shouting, then yelled into his phone, “You little bastards, Coach Jiang has been beaten, hurry to the Provincial Hospital.”
Zhang Fan was amused.
What the hell is up with these people’s eyesight, not even recognizing Ye Jingtian?
Damn, how could these people grow up here, so bizarre.
“Qin Le, I advise you guys not to make trouble,” Dong Jian angrily rebuked.
The Provincial Sports Commission is a very complex system, with coaches leading teams in various sports.
And he was the coach of the sprinting team.
However, last year, when they went to Province D for a competition, they lost miserably.
And Jiang Xiaoyang’s team achieved impressive results, so, on the side of the Sports Commission, whether it was funding or athletes, there was a tendency to favor Jiang Xiaoyang’s side.
This left him with very few available people right now.
Now, seeing Zhang Fan’s speed, he immediately brought some people over.
“Dong Jian, it’s none of your business if I make trouble, you think I’m working under you?
Your team, probably can’t even afford to eat now,” Qin Le said, his expression full of resentment.
“Qin Le, you ungrateful bastard, Dong never treated you poorly, and now you’re directly taking people over to Jiang Xiaoyang’s side, are you even human?” someone next to Dong Jian angrily cursed.
“Wait a moment!
Can you take your quarrel outside, please?
My ears hurt,” Zhang Fan yelled, covering his ears.
Damn, my head is still dizzy, what the hell do I care about the Sports Commission’s issues.
“Heh, go outside?
Kid, you beat our coach, and I haven’t even settled the score with you yet.
Just wait till my people arrive, you’ll see,” Qin Le said, fury rising as he pointed at Zhang Fan.
“Oh, then I’ll wait.
Call them quickly so we can all go home for dinner,” Zhang Fan said as he picked his ear and then casually sat down on a nearby chair, crossing his arms and pretending to doze off.
Ye Jingtian frowned and asked with concern, “Xiao Fan, are you alright?
Maybe you should go home, and leave this matter to me.”
Qin Le instantly bristled, pointing at Ye Jingtian and yelling, “Thinking of going home?
No way!”
Zhang Fan opened his eyes, his gaze flickering dangerously, “Do you still want your fingers?”
“Ha, still want my fingers?
What if I pointed them at you?
What are you going to do, chop them off?” Qin Le grew more enraged the more he spoke.
Damn, he had never seen someone so arrogant after beating someone up before.
Zhang Fan suddenly stood up, deploying the Butterfly Dance Step, and in an instant, he was in front of Qin Le.
Zhang Fan lifted his hand and grabbed Qin Le’s fingers, twisting them gently.
Immediately, Qin Le’s fingers deformed, sticking to the back of his hand.
“Ah!”
A pig-like scream instantly erupted.
People around shuddered.
My God, this guy, is he a professional at beating people or what?
Damn, he just broke someone’s ribs not knowing how many, and now he’s dislocated someone’s fingers?
“This hand of yours, just give it to me as well,” Zhang Fan said coldly, extending his hand forward, pressing on Qin Le’s shoulder, and instantly executing the Bone Shattering Hand.
“Crack!”
A crisp sound followed, and immediately, Qin Le’s entire arm drooped down.
In the live stream, a group of people continuously swallowed their saliva.
Damn, watching the usually soft-looking Zhang Fan being so brutal, now he’s broken someone’s arm too?
Damn it, that Qin Le is also a dumbass, their coach has been carried away, and he’s still babbling?
Isn’t this just seeking death?
Whether it was the people by the hallway or those watching the live stream, a hint of pity flashed across their eyes.
This guy had it coming!
“Damn it, someone actually dared to hit our coach, brothers, charge!”
At the other end of the hallway, over twenty tall and stout guys immediately rushed over.