Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei's Bullet Screen Wish Machine

According to the rules of the martial arts world, when masters confront each other, they naturally have to start by exchanging harsh words.

Zhao Menghua considered himself a master now, and upon seeing Lu Mingfei enter, he immediately spoke:

"Lu Mingfei, you..."

"Bang!"

His speech was interrupted when the venue door was suddenly pushed open.

Su Xiaoqiang pushed open the door and entered, followed by dozens of burly men, all with fierce-looking faces and menacing expressions.

"Su Xiaoqiang, what are you doing here?!"

Zhao Menghua's expression was very unpleasant. "I didn't invite you."

"You? Invited me?"

Su Xiaoqiang scoffed, "Do you know who the boss of Shilan Middle School is? Do you know whose territory this is?"

The girl crossed her arms over her chest, looking every bit like a delinquent.

"Come on, I'm standing right here. If you've got the guts, you can hit me too."

"……vulgar!"

Zhao Menghua snorted coldly.

He knew that Su Xiaoqiang was deliberately provoking him; the other party had brought dozens of thugs and was just waiting for him to make the first move.

"Lu Mingfei!"

Zhao Menghua said in a deep voice:

"If you're a man, come up into the ring and fight me fairly. Let's settle this once and for all. If you're not..."

Zhao Menghua grinned and pointed to the stadium entrance:

"Then you can leave now, I won't stop you."

Before going to the appointment, Zhao Menghua was on guard because he was worried that Lu Mingfei would not be a martial artist and would try to steal his Demon Orb.

He set the fight in a relatively enclosed taekwondo arena, hiring professional referees and carefully selecting the audience.

Whatever happens inside the venue doesn't affect his reputation.

However, Su Xiaoqiang's arrival is a variable.

It wasn't because she brought bodyguards, but because someone in the bodyguard team was carrying a camera and recording what was happening on the scene.

Lu Mingfei remained silent, only watching the comments on Zhao Menghua's screen:

Knock Zhao Menghua down and tell him that sleeping is not allowed here.

"This is so embarrassing..." Lu Mingfei scratched his head and put on the boxing gloves a little shyly.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Menghua was overjoyed.

He had been putting on an act, and he was really afraid that Lu Mingfei would take the opportunity to back down and run away. He didn't expect that the kid would come without saying a word. This was quite different from the cowardly and weak guy he had in mind.

"Good that you're not a coward. If you were a coward, who would I fight?" Zhao Menghua happily stepped onto the ring.

Zhao Menghua took a very professional approach to this competition – mainly reflected in his protective gear.

Professional-level Sanda matches do not use chest protectors or head protectors; they only use mouthguards, groin protectors, boxing gloves, and hand wraps.

Once everything was ready, both competitors took their positions as instructed by the referee.

On one side was Zhao Menghua, fully armed from head to toe, and on the other side was Lu Mingfei, who was only wearing boxing gloves.

Zhao Menghua, dressed in his battle robes, was eager to try, while Lu Mingfei, wearing his school uniform, looked disheveled.

The referee gave a long whistle, and the round began. Without thinking, Zhao Menghua lunged forward and threw a punch.

As his fist traced a path through the air, Zhao Menghua felt an immense surge of excitement.

To deliver that punch, he endured humiliation, shed sweat, suffered countless hardships, and underwent countless trials...

The punch was thrown with perfect, natural grace!

The moment he threw the punch, Zhao Menghua's aura reached its peak!

"Bang!"

A muffled thud sounded in my chest.

"How did I... fly?"

Zhao Menghua felt lost.

His mouth opened uncontrollably, and a feeling of pressure and excruciating pain surged through his chest. A large amount of air was forced out of his lungs. Although he was fully conscious, his vision went black for a moment, and the surrounding scenery gradually blurred.

Zhao Menghua felt as if he were dying.

My eardrums were ringing, and my consciousness began to slip away.

In a daze, he found himself in a dimly lit alley.

The alleyway is not lined with buildings, but with ever-changing illusions.

Zhao Menghua saw himself as an infant, crawling on the ground in diapers; he saw himself as a child, wearing a little red flower awarded by his teacher; he saw himself as a spirited teenager…

Like a rapidly moving film reel, Zhao Menghua watched over more than a decade of his life in a short instant.

The further into the alley, the narrower the space and the dimmer the light. A great sense of panic surged into Zhao Menghua's heart. He desperately wanted to get away, but he was completely unable to control his body.

Finally, at the end of the alley, he saw a blurry figure in a school uniform.

The man turned around, revealing a hideous face like a demon, and a pair of eyes as bright as gold.

"ah--"

At that moment, Zhao Menghua felt his soul tremble.

With a thud, his body crashed heavily to the ground, and his consciousness returned to reality.

"Ten, nine, eight, seven..."

"Young Master Zhao? Young Master Zhao!"

"Big brother, big brother?!"

"Old Zhao, oh Old Zhao!"

"Hey, we're not allowed to sleep here."

"Doctor! Where's the doctor?! Call an ambulance!"

Many sounds entered his ear canal, and while briefly regaining consciousness, Zhao Menghua finally regained his hearing.

He realized that he was lying on the ground like a dead dog, and that even the slightest movement would cause him excruciating pain in his chest.

With his head tilted to the side, the last thing Zhao Menghua saw was Lu Mingfei and Chen Wenwen.

The boy and girl stood facing each other. Chen Wenwen tilted her head, took off her hair clip, and handed it to Lu Mingfei as if giving him a token of their love.

Zhao Menghua felt a sharp pain in his chest and fainted on the spot.

………………

The Third Municipal Hospital.

Zhao Menghua lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

He was unconscious for quite a while, and when he regained consciousness, he was already in the hospital.

The diagnosis was a fractured sternum, soft tissue contusion in the rib area, and concussion injuries to internal organs. The patient will not be able to be discharged from the hospital for a short period of time.

However, compared to the inner pain, the physical suffering is nothing.

Upon learning of his injury, his parents rushed to the hospital immediately.

Zhao Menghua clearly saw that his father's face was filled with anger. After making a few phone calls, he had the driver take him to Shilan Middle School.

Zhao Menghua thought to himself, "I'm done. When I was fighting Lu Mingfei, Su Xiaoqiang brought a whole bunch of people with cameras and filmed the whole thing."

If Dad goes to the school and makes a scene, and then the other party releases the video... wouldn't the fact that Zhao Menghua was knocked unconscious by Lu Mingfei be known to everyone?!

Despite the excruciating pain, Zhao Menghua tried to jump out of bed to stop his father, but a large group of doctors and nurses surrounded him and held him down, giving him no chance to speak.

Zhao Menghua's mood plummeted.

Because he thought of Chu Zihang.

A similar thing happened to Chu Zihang.

When Chu Zihang was in elementary school, he wasn't yet the number one on the list of those who deserved to be killed. At that time, his mother had already divorced his father and married Lu Tianming, a well-known local entrepreneur.

As a child from a blended family, Chu Zihang was often bullied by his classmates. However, instead of telling his parents, he practiced kendo diligently for three years at the Children's Palace and, through his own skills, beat the bully into the hospital.