Chapter 2176 — Beyond Comprehension
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But this time, Zhao Shengji had come to the boxing club of his own accord to crash the place, so naturally he did not care anymore! These martial arts clubs all had certain unwritten rules everyone acknowledged: challenges and gate-crashing. If, say, you were from the taekwondo club and had a grudge against the boxing club, you could come challenge them, or bring your people to storm their turf. When the two sides fought on club grounds, even if one side got hurt, the school would not pursue the matter—so long as no one was killed, they generally turned a blind eye.
After all, this was the unwritten law of the martial arts clubs. Of course, there were also some formidable students who fancied themselves mighty fighters and came to challenge these martial arts clubs. Win, and you made a name for yourself overnight—your popularity and standing at school would soar, and fair admirers would throw themselves at you. Lose and get beaten bloody, well, that was your own lack of skill; you could hardly go running to the school to demand justice.
This was also why Gao Lutong felt so secure on his own turf. Even if he beat the men before him to a pulp, it would simply mean they were too weak—after all, they were the ones who had come to crash the place.
He had already harbored a grudge against Zhao Shengji, so this time Gao Lutong's punch held nothing back. It was vicious and ruthless in the extreme!
Gao Lutong was the vice-president of the boxing club, and his skill with his fists was extraordinary. On an ordinary day, a single punch from him could leave a dent in a steel plate. If that punch landed on Zhao Shengji's head, there was no doubt that even if Zhao Shengji was not knocked out cold on the spot, he would certainly end up with a concussion!
Zhao Shengji watched a fist the size of a bushel come crashing toward him and was frozen in shock for a moment. Add to that his ribs, which had not yet healed, and his mobility was severely compromised. By the time he wanted to dodge, Gao Lutong's fist was less than five centimeters from him—it was too late to get out of the way.
Zhao Shengji instinctively squeezed his eyes shut in terror, thinking, This is it. Just got out of the hospital, and now I'm heading right back in. The only consolation was that once he was in the hospital, Chai Xiaoling would stay by his side!
But several seconds passed, and Zhao Shengji was surprised to find that his head did not seem to have been struck. He found it a little unbelievable! When he had closed his eyes, that fist had been right in front of him, and now several seconds had passed—and still it had not landed?
Instinctively, Zhao Shengji opened his eyes in bewilderment. To his immense astonishment, Gao Lutong's fist was still in front of him—only it had stopped, suspended there in midair, looking utterly unnatural.
But on closer inspection, Zhao Shengji realized that Gao Lutong's fist had not stopped on its own. His arm had been seized by someone—and that someone was, naturally, Wei Zhao.
Since he had not been hit, Zhao Shengji was both startled and overjoyed. He instinctively ducked to the side, and saw that Wei Zhao looked relaxed and at ease, as if this were nothing at all. In stark contrast, Gao Lutong's face was flushed crimson, as though he had mustered every ounce of strength he had, and beads of sweat were seeping from his forehead...
Zhao Shengji was not mistaken. Gao Lutong truly had mustered every ounce of his strength, because he found that once Wei Zhao had gripped his arm, he could not advance it even half an inch—and what was more maddening, he could not pull it back either...
Of course, that alone was not enough to make Gao Lutong's face flush and his forehead sweat. What truly made him sweat was that Wei Zhao's fingers had sunk into his arm like pincers, as if the slightest exertion would crush his arm to pieces.