Peerless Forbearance System

Before the press conference started, Yao Zihan and Li Feng met backstage.

"It's the first time we meet, I'm Yao Zihan." Yao Zihan stretched out his hand to Li Feng.

"I'm Li Feng."

Li Feng shook hands with him, but found that Yao Zihan held them tightly, obviously with a trace of hostility.

Yao Zihan's palms were clenched tighter and tighter, and he released his strength little by little. He wanted to see Li Feng's distressed look, eager to pull his hands out.

However, Li Feng was calm and indifferent from the beginning to the end, and he didn't seem to feel any pain.

"The majestic champion of men's fighting will not be reduced to a situation where there is no food, right? Such a weak hand?"

Li Feng showed a sneering smile, and gradually increased the strength of his palm.

"crunch-"

Yao Zihan's palm made a strange noise, and his face gradually changed.

Li Feng's hands were like iron hoops, which made him more and more painful, and finally his face was a little distorted.

"open!"

Yao Zihan finally couldn't bear it any longer, pulled out his hand forcefully, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay boy, the strength in your hand is quite powerful."

"Hehe, it's not that I'm good, but that you are too trash." Li Feng laughed.

"Very good, I hope to wait for the press conference later, you must not admit cowardice!"

Yao Zi coldly left the stage.

With Li Feng, Yao Zihan and others taking their seats, the press conference officially began.

The focus of the reporters' inquiries was originally the men's champion Yao Zihan, but the sudden emergence of Li Feng caused a wave of enthusiasm on the Internet.

Therefore, most of the reporters asked Li Feng questions, and Yao Zihan was left out in the cold.

"The bastard of the dog day!"

A surge of anger surged in Yao Zihan's chest, and he secretly clenched his fists. For Li Feng who stole his limelight, he wished to punch him to death.

Finally, a reporter asked Yao Zihan a question.

"Mr. Yao, was the person you attacked on Weibo yesterday Li Feng?"

"That's right, the person I attacked was Li Feng. As for why I attacked him? Hehe, I just can't understand a coach who also engages in marketing hype."

Yao Zihan said bluntly.

Hearing Yao Zihan's words, the reporters were in an uproar, blatantly tearing up their faces in front of Li Feng. Yao Zihan was going to make a big deal.

"Mr. Yao, may I ask if the invitation to the battle on your Weibo is true?"

"of course it's true!"

Yao Zihan stood up holding the microphone, looked at Li Feng provocatively, and asked, "In a word, do you dare to fight with me?"

Suddenly, everyone looked at Li Feng.

Although watching the video of the final that day, Li Feng defeated the coaching team with one against ten, but Yao Zihan is the champion of men's fighting. If the two really fight, it is really not sure who will win.

Li Feng stood up unhurriedly and walked to the open space not far away.

"Don't waste time, let's fight now." Li Feng laughed.

"Now?"

Yao Zihan was slightly taken aback, he didn't expect Li Feng to be so stubborn, and he was going to fight him in front of a group of reporters.

"Are you scared?" Li Feng raised his eyebrows slightly.

"I'm afraid of killing you!"

Yao Zihan's blood surged for a while, and he walked towards Li Feng aggressively.

A group of reporters were very excited, this is definitely big news!

The rookie fighting champion Yao Zihan and the super-popular coach Li Feng fought fiercely, who will win and who will lose?

This news is simply too eye-catching!
Yao Zihan took off his jacket, stretched his muscles a little, and said coldly, "Li Feng, you can't win a fight with great strength. I'll help you recognize it today. How much is your trash?"

After finishing speaking, Yao Zihan stepped on a regular pace, fisting forward and backward, with fierce eyes.

"call!"

Yao Zihan tried twice, and suddenly punched Li Feng.

Yao Zihan's punching speed is fast in the eyes of ordinary people, but in Li Feng's eyes, it seems to be in slow motion.

Li Feng moved sideways slowly and easily dodged Yao Zihan's fist.

At the same time, with a light kick, Yao Zihan's foot was caught.

Yao Zihan staggered and almost fell to the ground. He quickly stabilized his figure, turned to look at Li Feng, and suddenly lost his sight.

"Strange! Where did you go?"

"Can blind people fight in martial arts?"

Li Feng's voice sounded from the corner of Yao Zihan's field of vision.

"Huh!" Yao Zihan was slightly startled, turned around and punched.

However, this swing still hit the air, not even touching the corner of Li Feng's clothes.

Li Feng kicked him in the knee, causing Yao Zihan to half-kneel on the ground.

"Why? Want lucky money? It's not Chinese New Year yet."

Li Feng said with a smile.

Yao Zihan felt that he was being teased, and rushed forward angrily, trying to put his arms around Li Feng's waist and start a jujitsu fight with him.

"Snapped!"

Li Feng took a step back, raised his foot to stop Yao Zihan from approaching, and at the same time, slapped him hard on the face.

Yao Zihan was a little dazed by the slap, countless gold stars appeared in his eyes, and his face was burning with pain.

"Crack, click—" the reporters snapped wildly.

A sense of humiliation welled up in Yao Zihan's heart, he roared furiously, grabbed a flowerpot beside him, and slammed it at Li Feng fiercely.

Seeing this, Li Feng immediately dodged to the left, preparing to avoid the blow of the flowerpot.

Then he discovered that, according to the trajectory of the flower pot, if he stepped aside, he would hit the female reporter behind him.

So, he used the gentle strength of Tianyan's battle style, and hit the smashed flower pot with his palm.

"Oh!"

The flower pot was smashed back at a faster speed, Yao Zihan couldn't dodge, and was hit by the flower pot.

The flowerpot shattered, and the soil scattered all over Yao Zihan's body, making him extremely embarrassed.

"Thank you for protecting me..."

The female reporter was protected by Li Feng, her face flushed with embarrassment, her eyes burst out with peach hearts, and she looked at Li Feng affectionately.

Seeing Li Feng's heroic act of saving the beauty, a group of reporters also applauded.

And he reprimanded Yao Zihan for hitting someone with a flower pot.

"Yao Zihan, you are too much!"

"Yeah, you two have a fair fight, what's the point of hitting someone with a flowerpot?"

"Thanks to Coach Li's shot, no one was hurt!"

"Yao Zihan really can't afford to lose!"

"This behavior is really shameless."

Listening to the accusations and scolding from the reporters, Yao Zihan's face was burning hot. On the one hand, he was slapped by Li Feng, and on the other hand, he felt the humiliation in his heart.

If their report gets out, his reputation will definitely plummet...

"Fuck! I'll kill you!"

Yao Zihan became furious, took out a butterfly knife from his waist, and stabbed Li Feng fiercely.

However, given the difference in strength between him and Li Feng, let alone a knife, even if he was given a gun, he would definitely not be able to kill Li Feng.

"Boom! Crack!"

Li Feng kicked off the butterfly knife, and broke his arm with both hands, causing Yao Zihan to wail in pain.

"How many catties I have is not for you to judge."