9 The Arrogant Maki Jiro, the Furious Yinyang!

The students standing beside Lin Feng cast a disgusted look at Maki Jiro, but didn't dare to say anything.

The smart Lin Feng caught this. His intuition told him that this Maki Jiro wasn't simple.

Furthermore, he didn't want to make enemies in this unfamiliar world, so he smiled and said, "Buddy, relax. My suggestion may not be of much help to everyone, but you don't have to be so agitated."

However, the students behind Maki Jiro did not give up.

"Who the f*ck is your buddy?"

"He looks like a liar no matter how you look at him."

"I don't know if he dyed his red hair. He's most likely a gangster."

"I've asked around. This kid was picked up by Mr Kang Lin from the most chaotic area of Red Maple Street. I really don't know what qualifications he has to come to Chalmers Martial Arts Academy."

"Entering the academy together with this kind of fellow is really tarnishing our reputation..."

No one had expected that Maki Jiro and the others would actually start giving personal attacks.

"Don't be so arrogant!" Before Lin Feng could speak, Yinyang, who was beside him, slammed the table and stood up.

From the start of the ceremony, he was in a bad mood. Their words had completely infuriated him.

They were not nervous seeing his anger, but instead vented their anger on a new target and began to ridicule him.

"Yo, Yinyang, when did you become friends with this fellow with a questionable identity?"

"When your father gave you the ring, his face was livid. It seems that he is not satisfied with your D+ Talent!"

"To be honest, I didn't expect that the descendant of one of the "Magic Slayers" back then couldn't even awaken his grade C potential. What a disgrace to his family!"

"When we return for the holidays, he'll probably be spanked. Hahahaha..."

"How can the wait be so long? His father is a teacher. He might rush to his dormitory tonight!"

The small group with Maki Jiro fuelled the conversation.

Lin Feng also discovered important information.

His intuition was not wrong. Although he did not know who "Magic Slayer" was, he was sure that his roommate's identity was not simple.

"No wonder he knew so much..." As Lin Feng was mumbling to himself, Zhang Tong, who was beside him, lowered his body and whispered in his ear, "This guy named Maki Jiro's family is not simple. Both his father and grandfather are directors in our martial arts academy, and his brother is also a senior here. Those lackeys beside him are all children of rich families. We can't afford to offend them. Hurry up and pull Yinyang back."

However, before they could make a move, Yinyang had already rushed over!

Bang! !

He suddenly kicked the desk and chair into pieces!

Everyone could clearly feel the furiousness in Yinyang and his aura!

"Whoa! Are you angry?"

Maki Jiro led a few people and took a few steps back in time.

"You... I want to fight with you!" Yinyang pointed at Maki Jiro, the leader of his group.

"Now that there are so many witnesses, of course I'm happy. But if you lose again, how are you going to explain it to your father?" Maki Jiro's face was filled with a mocking smile.

"It's none of your business! Don't you dare accept my challenge?" Yinyang slammed his palm on the wooden table next to him, and the table cracked!

"I'll grant your arrogance! The Judo arena is spacious enough!" With that, Maki Jiro led his men and walked out of the door.

Lin Feng stepped forward and advised, "Brother, don't be rash. There are too many of them..." Without waiting for Lin Feng to finish, Yinyang waved his hand and said, "Lin Feng, this has nothing to do with you. How dare Maki Jiro insult my ancestors. He must pay the price!"

The others did not mind the commotion and followed.

"Hear me out. What I mean is that there are too many of them! At night, I'll get a gunny sack and find a place to ambush him. We'll give him a good beating." Lin Feng was still unable to break away from the thoughts of fighting in the streets. As he walked, he ridiculed, "What era are we in? Having a duel? It's not like we're cowboys from the west. People nowadays are really going back to the old ways..."

Zhang Tong, who was eating potato chips, was shocked by his words. He said, "The "duel" is a universally recognized law. As long as there are more than three witnesses, the martial artist who agreed to the duel can start. You don't even know this? Where did you come from?"

Lin Feng wiped his face helplessly and said, "Well, let's see what kind of performance the cowboys can give us..."

He realised that the laws in the future world were ridiculous. Even private duels were allowed. Martial artists had too much power.

The Judo arena next door was indeed spacious. It could fit more than a dozen cows.

"I won't tell my father. I hope you will abide by it!" Yinyang stretched his arms and glared at him.

Maki Jiro has no intention to warm up. He just stood opposite him with his arms crossed.

"You think you can beat our boss, don't you?"

"How can a D+ compete with a C?"

"We're afraid that you'll be beaten up so badly that you'll have to find your teeth and complain to your father!"

"Hahahaha..."

Maki Jiro and the others bursted into laughter. They seemed to approve of Maki Jiro's ability very much.

The "audience" was also prepared. Many received potato chips from Zhang Tong and were looking forward to it with great interest.

Yinyang was close to 180 cm, but there was still a big gap between him and Maki Jiro, who was more than 190 cm.

Moreover, he was too thin and weak. His two fists combined were probably not as wide as the muscles on Maki Jiro's shoulders.

"Come on, little lamb!" Maki Jiro clenched his fists and took the lead to rush over!

Yinyang's technique had a feel of Oriental martial arts. As he did his horse stance, his two hands were also in a fist and palm posture.

He wasn't nervous facing the bull-like Maki Jiro at all. He had a clear train of thought as he began to familiarise himself with his opponent's fierce attacks.

Maki Jiro's style was quite simple. From his boxing style, it was obvious that he was a boxer who had been training for a long time.

His steady and rhythmic steps supported his continuous blows!

Yinyang moved swiftly with agility. While defusing his opponent's attack, he was also looking for an opportunity to counterattack!

However, his fist strength was obviously much weaker, and hitting Maki Jiro's body was like scratching an itch.

"Miss, don't mind if you use more strength!" After Maki Jiro said that, he threw a punch at his opponent's chest!

As a reserve martial artist, everyone could feel that he had added a lot of warrior's aura in this punch!

Bang! !

Yinyang, who could not dodge, quickly strengthened the defence on his chest and blocked the blow with his elbow!

However, he was still pushed back a few meters by Maki Jiro's powerful warrior's aura!

"Whoa! What a powerful force!"

"What kind of potential does Maki Jiro have? There's no fascination to just compete with their warrior's aura!"

"If we keep watching, the two of them might use their potential."

A few students clenched their fists and began to guess the duo's potential.