Li Chaoxi had just defeated Zhang Hua, the strongest person in Class 3, and he actually directly challenged Song Yang from Class 3.
This situation made everyone excited.
Generally speaking, warrior challenges are one-on-one, but there are exceptions.
While the victorious warrior still has the ability to fight, he can continue to choose to challenge.
Under normal circumstances, no one would make this choice unless they are very confident in their own abilities.
It seems that Li Chaoxi is very confident in his personal abilities.
An Mingyu stood at the side of the ring and said, "Not only did Li Chaoxi defeat the strongest player in our class, he also challenged the freshman in our class. Song Yang has just been promoted, and it would be a blessing if he could reach the top 100 on the elite list. If we let him go up now, it will definitely lower the ranking of Class 3! Song Yang, don't go. I will file a complaint with the Education Department and say that Li Chaoxi bullied you!"
Song Yang raised his foot and jumped onto the stage.
An Mingyu said anxiously: "Song Yang, who told you to jump out! You are so impulsive, if you get beaten down, it will bring shame to our class three. I'm telling you, if you get beaten, I won't speak for you!"
Song Yang said: "Shut up, you old man, I don't need your care."
An Mingyu was so angry.
His bald head makes him look old, which is why he still has no girlfriend. He hates it most when people call him an old man.
An Mingyu said: "Okay! Song Yang, just wait for being beaten until you vomit blood! I will apply to say that you are not from Class 3!"
Song Yang ignored him.
Li Chaoxi looked proud.
He sneered, "Song Yang, you have the guts to accept my challenge, but you have to be prepared to be beaten to the point of vomiting blood. I will slowly torture you and make you famous in front of all the warriors in the upper house!"
Song Yang said: "You talk too much nonsense, fight or not, I have limited time."
Li Chaoxi's face froze.
He immediately said: "Don't pretend, Song Yang, watch me use my strongest whirlwind kick against you!"
Crash!
Li Chaoxi's legs attacked alternately, leaving afterimages in the air.
These afterimages brought with them the spiritual energy, forming a whirlwind that looked very powerful.
The warriors watching nearby couldn't help but exclaim and sigh in amazement.
Song Yang stood still.
He seemed not to see the tornado kick coming.
Li Chaoxi snorted in his heart when he saw his look.
Song Yang pretended not to move, so he would know the feeling of being kicked by a whirlwind kick.
This whirlwind kick is divided into twenty-four styles.
Li Chaoxi's attack combined all twenty-four moves together.
Even Nanfeng, who was ranked third, didn't dare to take this attack easily. Song Yang was so calm, he was simply courting death.
Li Chaoxi increased his speed, preparing to kick Song Yang away.
It would be best to break Song Yang's limbs and arms, so as to alleviate the hatred in his heart.
Huh~!
The whirlwind kick hit Song Yang on the head.
Li Chaoxi seemed to see the scene of Song Yang being beaten, and he smiled.
Before the smile disappeared, Li Chaoxi saw Song Yang grab his leg.
What!
Li Chaoxi was shocked.
His tornado kick was so powerful that it could even break a wall.
Song Yang actually grabbed it with one hand, as if he was not hurt at all.
This is impossible!
Zhang Hua, the strongest man in Class Three, was easily kicked away by him. Song Yang is not as strong as Zhang Hua, so how could he possibly take on his strongest blow!
Li Chaoxi wanted to cancel the tornado kick.
He felt that Song Yang's hands were like iron hoops, preventing him from moving at all.
Li Chaoxi said: "Song Yang! What kind of mechanism did you use to lock my legs? "
Song Yang said expressionlessly: "For a fellow like you, I don't need to use any tricks. This little bit of attack power is not even enough to tickle me."
Li Chaoxi was shocked.
Before he could speak, Song Yang said, "Now let me give you a taste of my blow. Be ready."