Chapter 40: The Folly of Youth

  As soon as the words fell, Xing Luo suddenly lifted his leg and kicked it heavily into Hong Dong's abdomen. His right foot sank into Hong Dong's belly, showing that the force was extremely heavy.

  "Hmm."

  A dull sound rang out, and Hong Dong immediately flew backwards, knocking down the few unlucky devils behind him. He slid on the ground for over ten meters before finally stopping, then collapsed to the ground, clutching his stomach as his body convulsed.

  "Uh..."

  Hong Dong's mouth emitted an abnormal, pained and strange sound, as if it could be heard that at this moment he was in what kind of pain. He struggled to get up, but after several attempts, his body shook and he suddenly went limp, collapsing to the ground.

  He fainted from the pain!

  It can be seen that the previous kick contained a great deal of power, just one kick, directly causing a physically strong man who often participated in fights to instantly lose his ability to act, and afterwards he was painfully stunned.

  But what was most crucial was that Xing Luo's expression remained calm and serene, as if he had only done something utterly insignificant.

  "Damn it, brothers, up, maim him, avenge Dong Ge." After a brief silence, the whole scene fell silent for a moment, and then one of Hong Dong's men came back to his senses, raised his right hand with a three-foot-long iron rod, and heavily slammed it towards Xing Luo's left shoulder.

  "Hmm."

  Before the iron rod in Hong Dong's henchman's hand touched Xing Luo's left shoulder, another leg kicked out as fast as lightning, ruthlessly kicking the person holding the iron rod and swinging it at him in the abdomen. The sole of the foot also sank into the person's abdomen, and immediately flew backwards, convulsed on the ground for a while, and then fainted and fell to the ground.

  With one kick, Xing Luo picked up the stone under his foot and threw it at a person five meters away from him. The stone hit Hong Dong's gang members' knees one after another, and they instantly screamed in pain, covering their injured legs and screaming on the ground.

  In just a few breaths, nearly ten people were knocked to the ground. Xing Luo's expression remained calm and his eyes were as still as an ancient well, as if these people's pain had nothing to do with him, or as if he was crushing an ant, without putting it in his heart at all.

  He picked up a handful of stones from the ground, pinched them in his hand, and smiled at the group of people with a mixture of surprise and fear on their faces. "Come on, come on, keep coming," he said. "Let's see whose got more - my stones or your iron clubs. I'm also afraid of those iron clubs in your hands, so my legs will reflexively kick you down. Can't help it."

  After finishing speaking, Xing Luo's face showed a innocent and bewildered expression again, and he spread out his hands.

  "What are you still standing there for, aren't your hands itching? Go on, beat them up fiercely!" After throwing out a stone, Xing Luo shouted loudly and immediately charged forward, grabbing the iron rod from the person who was crying and wailing on the ground, and smashing it onto the shoulder of the person in front of him.

  They also have a rule for fighting among students, that is, they cannot use deadly weapons to hit each other's heads, nor can they directly kill each other. This rule has been followed by them all along, and no one dares to break it. Once broken, the consequences are not what they can imagine.

  Xing Luo rushed forward, Li Zhen and Wang Ze among others, their eyes suddenly flashing with a frenzied color, waving the sticks in their hands towards the third-year students, each one as fierce as a tiger, their momentum surging abruptly.

  And the third-year students also felt this overwhelming momentum, plus Xing Luo had knocked down dozens of people in a few breaths earlier, and that last stone had almost knocked down over ten more. Seeing Xing Luo's leading charge, each of the third-year students gritted their teeth and charged forward with determination.

  At this age of youth burning and hot blood boiling, in the eyes of these passionate young students, only the bond between brothers, only the joys and hardships shared among brothers, can make them charge forward bravely.

  In this small forest, all that can be heard is the sound of iron clubs colliding. Except for Xing Luo, the heaven-defying rogue, whose face and body are unscathed, everyone else is either swollen-faced or bruised-eyed. The most ferocious one is Xiang Fei Teng, with his robust physique, holding an iron club in his right hand, constantly smashing it onto others' hands and feet, and with his sturdy body, he knocked down many people along the way.

  Li Zhen and others, on the other hand, were all red-eyed, seeing high school students, without saying a word, directly wielding iron rods to hit them, even if they had been beaten several times, they still had to return one rod.

  This is youth, this is being young and reckless.

  After the iron rod fight ended, Xing Luo looked at Li Zhen, Wang Ze, Zhao Yu, and Xiang Feiteng who were panting and sitting on the ground, and couldn't help but smile slightly. At the beginning of the fight, these four people were the most crazy, holding their iron rods and hitting away without caring if others' rods would fall on their own bodies.

  Maybe this is high school life.

  Xing Luo glanced at the azure horizon, slightly curling up the corners of his mouth. In a battle against others, the most taboo thing is to suffer heavy losses while defeating the enemy, but after seeing the desperate efforts of Xiang Fei Teng and the others earlier, Xing Luo had changed his mind about this notion. When he saw the four of them with triumphant smiles on their faces, Xing Luo felt that suffering heavy losses while defeating the enemy was not impossible after all.

  At least it ended in victory.

  "You can go now, we've won this fight." Xing Luo said with a faint smile as he looked at the high school student lying on the ground.

  Third-year students, with not a single one without bruises on their faces, arms stretched out to the sides, bodies in a large character shape, eyes narrowed looking at the distant blue sky. After listening to Xing Luo's words, they rested for nearly ten minutes before slowly getting up, dragging their injured bodies, and supporting those companions who had not yet recovered back.

  However, when Zhao Yu saw the backs of the third-year students leaving, he finally came back to his senses from his shock and excitedly exclaimed: "Which grade did we just fight with? I'm not dreaming, am I, it's really the third years?"

  "What did you say?" Upon hearing this, Li Zhen slapped Zhao Yu's occipital bone with a loud "pa" sound and burst into laughter.

  "Damn it... ouch." Zhao Yu excitedly stood up, but due to the large movement, he pulled on his injured area and let out a pained cry.

  "Haha......"

  Everyone in the scene burst out laughing at the sight of Zhao Yu's comical appearance, while Xing Luo couldn't help but feel a little sentimental. He patted Zhao Yu on the back and said to everyone, "Alright, let's go! The fight is over, I'll treat you all to dinner and drinks."

  When Xing Luo spoke up, everyone present cheered and laughed at each other's foolish faces, helping each other up to their feet.

  "Hey, hey, boss, didn't we agree on this? Last time you treated the brothers, now it's my turn." However, Li Zhen was not happy.

  Xing Luo helplessly rubbed his forehead, looking at Li Zhen's determined expression, and also let out a helpless sigh. He smiled and said: "Alright, yours is yours, you're saving me money, I'm happy about it."

  "Haha, let's go, to that big stall opposite the school." Li Zhen laughed loudly.