Top Furious Doctor Soldier Chapter 170 Billards Hit The Balls

How painful would it feel, getting so many of your teeth punched? Even if it was the hateful Zhama Tuoba, everyone could feel his pain.

Whirr!

Zhama Tuoba, lying inside the ring, was breathing heavily, and for the first time, his eyes showed a tinge of fear.

But this Indian Aasan's brain was a bit slow. He was afraid, but had to pretend to be tough and said, "I think I just lost in speed. If it is measured by toughness, you can't beat me."

"Bullsh*t!"

At least half of the spectators in the stands, laughed at this fool.

"You Indian fool, he is so fast, so why would he use toughness to confront you?"

"You take a gun, and he takes a knife. If you fight, will you not use the gun, but find a knife to cut him?"

"No wonder your country is so backward. If everyone's IQ is like yours, there is no way it can develop."

Hearing so much laughter, Zhama Tuoba's black face turned a little red.

At the same time, Liu Feng laughed and said, "Well, I don't get a sense of accomplishment in beating guys like you. If you really want to confront me, using toughness, you will get hurt even more. Even your fragile self-esteem and confidence will disappear."

Thump!

After listening to what Liu Feng said, Zhama Tuoba, whose confidence had already been shattered, suddenly turned over and stood up again.

The Big Head raised his hand to wipe away the bloodstains at the corner of his mouth, and said grimly, "Come on. If you dare to punch me, I will take it, even if you break my hand."

"As I said, there are dozens of Chinese martial arts methods for defeating Hard Qigong."

Liu Feng stared at the fool, and said with a smile, "You need to think twice. You are really asking for trouble!"

"Come on, I won't give in. Even if I ask for trouble, I'm willing to do it." During the conversation, Zhama Tuoba crouched and positioned himself for the fight.

Liu Feng took a T-step, stood still, and it seemed that he was holding a gun in his hands, "Come on. Don't complain that you were bullied in China, after returning home, because you asked for it."

"That's a lot of nonsense. Watch my fists."

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Zhama Tuoba's fists moves were callous and fierce.

But even if he hit Liu Feng from behind, the sneak attack did not help much. Liu Feng fought slowly but punched first. When Zhama Tuoba's arm was not yet fully straightened, Liu Feng's fist had already hit his fist.

Moreover, when Liu Feng gave a punch, his middle fingertip moved forward, as if there was a protruding iron wedge on the hammerhead of an iron hammer.

The m.u.f.fled sounds of two fists. .h.i.tting against each other could be heard, but at the same time, there was another sound, that of a fracture, that echoed loudly.

Ah...

Everyone was concerned and held their breath, as Zhama Tuoba retreated quickly, with a loud scream.

Some sharp-eyed people found that at this time, the Indian Aasan's arm was bent at an angle that defeated physiological phenomena. His fist was fully spread out, and his middle and index fingers were broken, and sticking out at odd angles.

"Dam*, Liu Feng's fist is too cruel, isn't it?"

"This Indian's arm is broken, and two of his fingers are also broken. Dam* Indian martial arts and Hard Qigong. Since he is so fragile, why did he choose to confront Liu Feng with toughness?"

"Indian Aasan, do you understand? We Chinese men are tough enough. Humph!"

At this time, there were not only men shouting and mocking Zhama Tuoba in the stands, but many women fans were also screaming, especially highlighting the fact that Liu Feng was tough.

"No, it's impossible."

Zhama Tuoba knew that half of his arm was practically useless now, but he still could not accept the reality, "My Master said that I have practiced the third period of the Hard Qigong, well. At my age, there are absolutely no more than five people who is able to achieve this feat. How could you defeat me so easily?"

Liu Feng laughed and said, "Because you are an Indian. If an Indian genius is thrown into China, he, at most, would be at the middle level. Are you satisfied with my explanation?"

"Well said."

"Liu Feng, how can you be so reasonable?"

"Aasan, go back to India, and tell the experts of your country that at most, you are at the middle level in China. Haha!"

At this moment, Zhama Tuoba was totally discouraged.

After being silent for half a minute in the ring, the Indian Aasan finally lowered his proud head, "Liu Feng, I lost, and I admit it. I will go back to my country and continue to practice hard. I will challenge you again in the future."

"Fine. If you come in order to learn martial arts from each other, cooperate with each other and work toward progress mutually, you are welcome at any time."

Liu Feng said this earnestly, "But if you still want to show off in China, in the future, I promise, it will get worse each time."

Brother Feng's words were loud and powerful, and everyone felt particularly inspired. This was the spirit that a true Chinese martial expert should have.

Whirr!

Zhama Tuoba took another deep breath, then turned and silently stepped out of the ring.

In the gym, there were always doctors on site, but at this time, no medical staff came forward to help Zhama Tuoba check his arm. Zhama Tuoba did not ask the doctor for help, so he left holding his arm. Obviously, this Indian Aasan was a tough cookie.

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That night, the closing ceremony of the Universiade, was a grand affair.

In this Universiade, the compet.i.tion system and schedule were almost the same as those in the past. However, this time, there was a legend about a person named Liu Feng!

Liu Feng, Yang s.h.i.+wen, Guo Wenyang and Wei Zixuan, did not attend the closing ceremony.

When night fell, the four of them, went to a fancy club called Emperor's Age. In addition to First Miss Lady Yang, all the three men had won Champions.h.i.+p gold medals, so naturally they felt they should celebrate the win.

In the billiards room on the fifth floor of the Emperor's Age, the three men played Hustle Kings. Yang s.h.i.+wen asked for a cup of Blue Mountain coffee, and sat at the side to watch them battle it out, with a smile.

"Wow, pocket again. Brother Feng, good shot."

"Ah! This ball play is more amazing. Pa.s.s the ball!"

"Pocket again. Pocket again. Brother Feng, are you going to clear them all? Are you playing with them or not?"

First Miss Lady Yang, while watching the billiards, praised Liu Feng excitedly.

Guo Wenyang and Wei Zixuan stood by the side, with their pool cues, with bitter smiles on their faces.

"I swear that I won't play with Brother Feng in the future. It seems that any game he plays, will drive us into despair."

"Yeah, fifteen b.a.l.l.s, and everyone hit five b.a.l.l.s by number, but he never gave us a chance to play. If it's a game of catching rabbits and winning fish, we will both lose and become bankrupt overnight."

Just as they expressed their frustration, a waiter came over with three drinks.

"Excuse me, sir. This is squeezed watermelon juice, with compliments from our shop, for you..."

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Before the waiter finished speaking, Liu Feng suddenly hit the ball. The No. 9 ball hit the side of the bottom bag heavily. Because of the sluggish force, the billiard ball flew out.

Then... The waiter suddenly opened his mouth in horror, because the No. 9 ball was flying toward him, to be exact, toward his crotch.

"G.o.d, the billiard ball is going to hit the b.a.l.l.s!" First Miss Lady Yang, who was drinking coffee, suddenly covered her mouth with one hand, and said something crude, to that effect.