The Strongest Face-Slapping King in the City

The classroom was silent.

"Damn, Zhang Fan dares to talk to Yang Xu like that?" A male student widened his eyes, unable to believe that Zhang Fan actually said that.

Yang Xu was six feet tall, with bulging muscles and frightening strength. He could carry a barrel of water in each hand and run from the ground floor to the fifth floor without so much as breaking a sweat. No one could match him. Moreover, he was an old hand at fighting, and his strikes were ruthless. Even the local thugs wouldn't dare to provoke him.

Zhang Fan was only about five feet seven, skinny and weak. Wasn't he afraid of getting beaten up?

"This kid is dead for sure," Zhao Yue said, shaking his legs while teetering on his chair.

"Zhang Fan, don't make trouble," Ye Xuan's voice rang out. There was a rare worry in her eyes.

"It's okay," Zhang Fan turned back and gave Ye Xuan a dazzling smile. He couldn't help but activate his perspective ability, immediately seeing the breathtaking snowy peaks before him.

He never got tired of looking at them.

Yang Xu's eyes widened and he snorted, "Zhang Fan, are you sure you're talking to me?"

"If I'm not talking to you, am I talking to an animal?" Zhang Fan turned around, staring coldly at Yang Xu. Damn, did this guy really think he was a pushover? Normally, he wouldn't bother with Yang Xu, but with Ye Xuan watching, how could he back down?

Plus, his strength had doubled. From childhood to now, he and Gao Qi had beaten up enough people to fill a few classes.

"Tsk tsk, Zhang Fan actually dared to insult Yang Xu. The last guy who did that broke both his arms and spent half a month in the hospital. This is going to be big."

"Damn it, bastard, you dare insult me?" Yang Xu clenched his fists and stormed into the classroom.

His massive body was like a raging bull. Standing in front of Zhang Fan, he was like a wall.

"Zhang Fan is a goner."

Cold light flashed in Zhang Fan's eyes as he shook his head, his neck cracking like popping beans.

"Yang Xu, you dare!" Ye Xuan stood up, slamming her desk forcefully.

Everyone's eyes turned to Ye Xuan, their hearts roaring in disbelief. Oh my god, even when angry, Ye Xuan looked so beautiful. For a moment, all the boys were dumbfounded.

But in the next moment, anger flared in their eyes again.

Why? What was so good about Zhang Fan that Ye Xuan would get this worked up over him? Was there no justice?

"Xuan, don't worry," Zhang Fan smiled. At the same time, he felt a strange warmth in his heart. He couldn't remember a time in high school when a girl had stood up for him, let alone the school's goddess, Ye Xuan.

Damn, where's a brick!

Zhang Fan's words made the group of boys bristle with murder. Worry? Worry about your balls, damn it! Why did it sound like they were flirting? Why did it make them so angry!

Yang Xu's eyes burned with rage.

Bastard, how dare you talk to Ye Xuan like that!

"Do you know how many people like you I beat up each semester?" Yang Xu's voice practically came out through gritted teeth.

Zhang Fan glanced at Yang Xu and said calmly, "Let's go outside; it's hard to fight properly in the classroom."

"Damn, this Zhang Fan is too arrogant!"

"Bro, this kid clearly doesn't respect you," Zhao Yue said mockingly.

Sure enough, Yang Xu's fury intensified at Zhao Yue's words. "Fine, let's talk outside." His fists made cracking sounds as he clenched them.

"Stairwell," Zhang Fan said coldly, walking out of the classroom first.

"Damn, is Zhang Fan out of his mind?" someone couldn't help but say.

"Heh," Yang Xu sneered through his teeth and followed Zhang Fan to the stairwell.

At the same time, the whole class scattered and rushed out.

"Hey, where are all those guys from Class 26 going? So many of them—maybe a fight?"

Students from Class 25 peeked out curiously, then climbed onto desks and jumped out the windows.

"Zhang Fan, I admire your courage," Yang Xu said as he followed him to the stairwell between the fifth and sixth floors. He raised his hand to grab Zhang Fan's shoulder.

"I didn't want to mess with you guys before," Zhang Fan said softly, suddenly lifting his leg and kicking Yang Xu.

"Boom!"

Yang Xu's body flew backward like a blurry shadow, crashing into the wall with a loud, dull thud.

"Ah!"

The girls crowded at the stairwell screamed, covering their mouths in disbelief as they looked at Zhang Fan. He had kicked Yang Xu into the air? How was that possible?

Everyone's eyes widened; they couldn't believe what they were seeing. Was this a joke? How could Yang Xu get kicked into the air by that scrawny Zhang Fan!

"Ah!"

Yang Xu got up from the ground, clutching his chest in pain. He roared in fury, his hands swinging wildly as he charged at Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan's lips curled into a slight smile. He could clearly feel that his body was completely different now. He had only used half of his strength in that kick.

Besides, he had kicked Yang Xu when his hands were almost grabbing his shoulders. Yet, Yang Xu flew backward, not even touching his chest.

In sports, he had already sensed his newfound speed, but in this direct confrontation with Yang Xu, the feeling was even more pronounced.

"Still want more?" Zhang Fan murmured, lifting his leg again with lightning speed and kicking Yang Xu in the chest.

This time, he used all his strength.

"Boom!"

A loud bang echoed.

Yang Xu's body flew out again, but this time was different. His body almost soared through the air before crashing into the wall and then slamming hard onto the ground.

"Hiss!"

This time, no one screamed. Instead, they all gasped.

Good heavens, Yang Xu must weigh over two hundred pounds. Kicking him away with one blow—was Zhang Fan even human? How could he possess such strength?

Everyone looked at Zhang Fan differently now, even with a hint of fear.

Yang Xu got up with difficulty, his chest burning as if it were being roasted. His legs were trembling.

No way, absolutely no way, how could he be beaten by Zhang Fan? He took a deep breath and roared, spreading his arms and charging at Zhang Fan again.

Zhang Fan squinted, reaching out to grab Yang Xu's collar. He spun around and threw Yang Xu over his shoulder, slamming him hard onto the ground.

"Ah!"

A scream like a pig being slaughtered rang out as Yang Xu curled up on the ground, crying out in pain.

The group jammed at the stairwell didn't know what to say. In just three moves, Yang Xu hadn't even touched Zhang Fan's clothes but was laid flat on the ground. How could Zhang Fan be so impressive!