Shaking his arm, Qin Tian's entire body emitted cracking sounds of bones dislocating.
Looking at the hooligans in front of him who were holding steel pipes and eyeing them covetously, Qin Tian took a horse stance and became a little more serious.
Once the Octupole Stand was laid out, Qin Tian's was actually different.
Facing so many people, although Qin Tian did not want to kill, he could not hold back either. After all, they were all armed with lethal weapons, and some even held machetes.
If he still showed mercy at this time, he would undoubtedly be playing with his life.
After all, Chinese martial arts were not immortal techniques, and Ming Jin martial artists were not gods. It was inevitable that they would find it difficult to fight against a group of people.
"Come on!"
Qin Tian roared and immediately took a step forward.
He threw a punch with a bang. This looked like a normal Bajiquan move, but the core of Chinese martial arts was the method of exerting strength and the method of circulating qi.
"Clang!"
With a crisp sound, Qin Tian suddenly punched a hooligan in the chest, which was blocked by his steel pipe.
But clearly, he did not expect that Qin Tian's fist was actually so terrifying.
He had bent the steel pipe with one punch. The terrifying impact had even sent the kid holding the steel pipe flying.
"Ah!"
Screams rang out as the few hooligans behind him were affected. They were sent flying and fell to the ground.
"Surround him, surround him!"
"So what if he's powerful! At most, he would have to face one side of the enemy. As long as he could be surrounded, he would definitely die!”
The yellow-haired guy shouted. Although his strength wasn't that great, he only knew some useless hooligan moves, such as kicking the bottom three roads.
However, he was still a hooligan who often fought, so he knew some basic common sense about fighting.
That was to not leave your back to the enemy, otherwise, you would not be able to fight back.
As the boss spoke, the hooligans immediately spread out and surrounded Qin Tian.
Qin Tian frowned. This bunch of motley crew still had something up their sleeves.
But so what? Even if he faced hundreds of people, even if he might be injured, Qin Tian did not carry fear either. Martial artists were like this. When fighting, they had to press forward and retreat step by step.
As a martial artist, there was no way out.
"Kill him!"
The yellow-haired guy roared, and a group of people immediately rushed forward.
Although he was afraid, it was because of fear that his blood was aroused. These hooligans and students were afraid of Qin Tian's strength at first, but they were intimidated by Qin Tian's few moves.
But now, because of fear, they were even more ruthless. Previously, when they hit the steel pipe down, they only dared to use half of their strength. They were still restraining themselves in their hearts, afraid of losing their lives.
Now, because of fear, or rather, their instinct to protect themselves, they attacked a lot.
For example, the little ghosts holding machetes used to swing the back of the machete, but now they had switched to the blade.
Hence, Qin Tian would not hold back. If he was really hacked to death, wouldn't that be very embarrassing?
A dignified Ming Jin martial artist was actually hacked to death by a group of fifteen or sixteen year old student hooligans. That would be interesting.
"Die!"
A hooligan with dyed green hair rushed directly behind Qin Tian with a steel pipe in his hand. Then, he suddenly swung it down and directly aimed at Qin Tian's head.
If this hit, Qin Tian's head would directly explode.
Facing the attack from behind, Qin Tian suddenly turned sideways and then kicked out!
An almost instinctive action made Qin Tian not restrain his strength.
That person was directly kicked in the chest by Qin Tian.
"Ah!"
"Puff!"
With a miserable cry, he spat out a mouthful of blood. That person was sent flying more than a meter high before he was sent flying.
"Boom!"
With a loud crash, the man struggled for a while before he fainted with blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.
Silence. The entire place was silent.
Those hooligans did not dare to move for a moment. They completely did not expect Qin Tian to be so fierce. This kick almost killed him!
At the same time, many people watching the show took out their phones to take pictures.
After all, in this day and age, people liked to take out their phones to take photos of everything they saw. All kinds of video apps were extremely popular.
On the amusing video, an unknown live broadcast room began to gradually become popular.
"F * ck, what is this? Is it a movie clip?"
"Wait, this seems to be a live broadcast!”
"I know this place. This is the school gate of No. 8 High School in Rivertown.
The audience discussed animatedly. They were very excited when they saw the scene of hundreds of people ganging up on them.
After all, this kind of thing was still relatively rare. It was actually broadcasted live. This was an unprecedented first!
It was said that the spread of news on the Internet was extremely fast. This live broadcast room instantly began to flood into the audience. After all, it was a real-life version of the young and dangerous war! There were simply too many people who were interested.
The streamer in the live broadcast room obviously didn't expect it either. When he was just standing there and watching, he had an idea and turned on the funny voice live broadcast. He didn't expect it to become popular.
The young man said excitedly in the face of the dense bullet screen.
"Everyone, you're not mistaken. This is the school gate of No. 8 High School in Rivertown.”
"It seems to be some hooligans outside the school. They gathered more than a hundred people and surrounded a third-year student from No. 8 Middle School in Jiang City.”
The young man said this, and the live broadcast room instantly erupted.
"Fuck, what are we waiting for! If he had been a little later, that student would have been beaten to death!”
"Quick, call the police. What era is this?”
There was no lack of good people in the live broadcast room. Everyone began to worry about the student who was being surrounded. Moreover, from the looks of it, the fight was obviously very intense.
"Someone has already called the police."
"And brothers, you will never expect that the situation is not what you think. That student was beaten up by a group of people.”
"The real situation is that the student is fighting against more than a hundred people alone! He had already knocked out more than ten people. The blood that flowed out was extremely terrifying.”
"Wait, let me find an angle for you to take a good look!”
The young man said excitedly. Then, he began to look for a higher place to watch the battle.
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