Song Yang slapped Jarvis, who spun several times and fell to the ground with a thud.
At this time, Jarvis looked very miserable. His face was swollen, his nose was bleeding, his body was covered with footprints, and he looked very miserable.
A man came out, looked at Song Yang and said, "Song Yang, you are too arrogant. You actually beat my junior brother like this. I want to challenge you!"
When Song Yang took a look, it turned out to be Senior Brother Duan Shuiliu.
This guy has a bald head and wears a suit, and he stands out in the crowd.
Song Yang said disdainfully: "Duan Shuiliu, you didn't get beaten enough yesterday, so you're itching for trouble, right?"
Duan Shuiliu's eyes were slightly flustered.
He looked at the people around him and immediately said angrily: "Song Yang, what are you talking about? I am the eldest disciple of the martial monk of the High Martial Arts Academy. How could I be beaten by you!"
Song Yang was speechless.
Duan Shuiliu shamelessly denied the fact that he was beaten.
He said, "So you want to practice with me again?"
Duan Shuiliu hesitated immediately.
He didn't dare to practice with Song Yang.
A man next to him couldn't help but say, "Song Yang, what are you so awesome about? If we hadn't been competing and had to conserve our energy, you would have been knocked down long ago!"
Song Yang looked up and found that the person speaking was Sima Lang.
He stood in the crowd holding a glass of red wine, his chin raised, like a fighting cock.
Song Yang sneered and said, "Sima Lang, what qualifications do you have to speak? Believe it or not, I will beat you."
Sima Lang immediately took a few steps back in fear.
He said vigilantly: "Song Yang! We are all civilized warriors who abide by the rules. How can we fight with you casually? You are too rude. Get out of here immediately!"
Song Yang looked at them with disdain and said, "This is the first time I've seen such a shameless person. He actually described being cowardly and fearful as so noble."
Duan Shuiliu took the opportunity to say, "Song Yang, you don't belong here. Leave now, or the security will take action! They are British, they won't be as generous as us!"
Song Yang said: "I was invited."
Duan Shuiliu asked, "Who invited you? Haha, who would want to be friends with a rude person like you?"
"I invited him here."
A cold voice sounded.
Everyone looked and saw a beautiful woman walking towards them.
She was wearing a tight leather jacket and a ponytail behind her head. She had a beautiful and delicate face and an imposing heroic air.
Sima Lang couldn't help but said in surprise: "Shengyi! You're back!"
Song Yang also looked at the woman and found that she was indeed Jiang Shengyi.
Only Jiang Shengyi could be so proud, noble and imposing.
Jiang Shengyi didn't even look at Sima Lang, and said to Song Yang: "I'm sorry I was delayed by something just now. Thank you for bringing my sister here."
Song Yang said: "It's just a piece of cake."
Jiang Shengyi said, "I asked you to stay so that the competition between our High Martial Arts Academy and the Holy Temple Academy would have a stable environment. You don't have to misunderstand anything, and don't have any unreasonable expectations."
Song Yang was speechless after hearing this.
He came here entirely at Jiang Wenxin's request, and he wasn't even happy to come!
Sima Lang whispered at this time: "Shengyi, Song Yang is a mean and despicable person. You have to be careful. It's best to get him out!"
Jiang Shengyi said: "I have my own plans, I don't need you to teach me how to do anything."
Sima Lang was met with a cold shoulder.
He glared at Song Yang fiercely and followed Jiang Shengyi.
Duan Shuiliu pulled Jarvis up and said, "Song Yang, wait a minute. I will challenge you after the game and let you know how powerful I am!"
Song Yang narrowed his eyes.
Duan Shuiliu quickly took Jarvis away.