He Yong stepped forward and looked the young man in the eye saying, "How dared you insult our Master? You must apologize now, otherwise I won't spare you."
The young man gave a scornful smile. "I won't apologize to a coward. Come on! I want to know what kind of disciples a coward has." He said as he curled his index finger.
"You are asking for it!" He Yong gnashed his teeth. The man insulted Zhao Fengyang again and again. He Yong couldn't stand it anymore. He dashed to the young man to attack him.
The man didn't fight back, but dodged He Yong's attacks with fancy steps while humiliating Zhao Fengyang with dirty words.
Song Yan frowned as he realized it was a deliberate provocation. The young man wanted to provoke He Yong to anger so that He Yong would make mistakes. Song Yan shook his head, feeling ashamed of such kind of scheme.
He Yong hit at the man for more than ten times, but missed. The man scolded Zhao Fengyang without stopping. He Yong was more anxious.
"Brother Yong, calm down. He is provoking you on purpose." Song Yan shouted out loud.
Upon hearing that, He Yong was shocked and realized something. He calmed down and paid close attention to the young man's steps to find out his weak points.
He Yong is the eldest disciple of Zhao Fengyang, and is skilled in martial arts. Now he was not anxious anymore. As a result, the young man was at a disadvantage.
The young man was a bit panicked. He cast a murderous glance at Song Yan and scolded Zhao Yangfeng even more.
Though He Yong was enraged, he remained calm.
Finally, the young man couldn't stand it anymore. He stopped dodging and fight against He Yong.
After more then ten movements, the men was hit by He Yong right in the chest and stepped backward in pain.
"Loser!" He Yong mocked as he raised his head high.
The man's face soured at what He Yong said.
"You are stronger than I thought. Zhibai, have a competition with Master He." The middle-aged man demanded.
"Are you going to take turns? Shame on you!" A student of Zhao Boxing School scolded.
"Exactly! Fucking Longway Boxing School! Are the students in your boxing school so shameless like you?" Another student said.
"What did you just say? Do you dare say it again?" The bald-headed man stared viciously at the two students and threatened.
The two students stepped back, saying no more.
"How dare you threaten our students? Apologize!" A girl's voice came from the entrance. Zhao Xiaoyu stepped into the hall and walked to them. "You are not welcomed here! Get out of our boxing school!"
"Right! Get out of our boxing school!"
"Get out!"
Upon seeing Zhao Xiaoyu, the students in the hall were relieved and began to scold the enemies.
"Bitch! You are asking for it." The bald-headed man was enraged. He dashed to Zhao Xiaoyu with his fist.
The students of the Zhao Boxing School laughed out loud. The man was no match for He Yong, let alone Zhao Xiaoyu.