Song Zhiqiu's move really shocked Wu Bingcheng. It felt amazing!
"You… are too amazing!" Wu Bingcheng grabbed the steel pipe and hurriedly blocked the other party's swing. He was already full of admiration for his classmate. "Amazing. Did you learn this before?"
He was still in the mood to chat when he was fighting. It was obvious that he had a good mentality.
Song Zhiqiu kicked away a young man who was shouting and throwing himself at him. There was a hint of arrogance on his immature face. "After fighting many times, you will naturally have experience."
Did that mean that he used to fight often?
"Stop thinking about it, brother! Watch him." Seeing that his classmate still had the time to look at Song Zhiqiu with admiration, Yuan Dabing used his shoulder to push someone away and reminded him, "Ye Jian is fighting eight people alone. Shouldn't we hurry up and help her after? Liu Yang is already playing hard. Why are you still dawdling?"
