Jiangzhou Senior High School's No. 4 Teaching Building had seven floors, with the rooftop situated above the seventh.

The rooftop was spacious, with nothing but concrete ground. Surrounding it was a concrete safety railing about one and a half meters high to prevent students from falling.

Usually, the door from the seventh-floor stairwell to the rooftop was locked. However, some students always managed to get a key and open it.

At this moment, the rooftop door had been opened and then locked again from the inside. On the rooftop, there were only Meng Zelong's group of three and Lin Feng.

Behind the rooftop door, Yang Tao, Tang Wan, and others waited anxiously, fearing something had gone wrong. Yang Tao had already reported this to their Head Teacher. However, the Head Teacher was temporarily out of school, so Yang Tao had then sought out their English teacher, Cao Ying, who was now on her way.

Also hurrying over was Zhang Lieke, the Dean of Academic Affairs, who was no longer surprised by rooftop fights. Typically, those daring enough to fight on the rooftop were poorly performing, misbehaving students. Disciplinary actions like demerits or probation no longer held any threat for them. As for expulsion, it wasn't that he didn't want to enforce it; rather, obstructive forces always interfered. Even the principal found it difficult to expel students, let alone him.

"Surround him!"

As soon as they reached the rooftop, Meng Zelong roared. Chen Liang and Zhang Dafei, already eager for action, quickly cornered Lin Feng in the center. Lin Feng was unarmed, while Meng Zelong brandished a wooden chair leg, nearly a meter long and as thick as a wrist.

"Lin Feng, you're definitely getting a beating today," Meng Zelong said coldly, shaking the wooden stick in his hand. "I'll give you a chance now. If you kneel, beg for mercy, and crawl between my legs, I won't hit your face. I guarantee you'll still be able to stand and walk off this rooftop after I'm done with you."

After saying this, Meng Zelong spread his legs, leaving a gap, clearly indicating Lin Feng was to crawl through.

"Lin Feng, even Han Xin endured the humiliation of crawling between someone's legs. Heh heh, you can learn from Han Xin! Otherwise, I'll beat the shit out of you!" Chen Liang jeered, shaking his fists and shouting.

Lin Feng looked at the three of them, his face showing no signs of nervousness. "Alright then. If you don't crawl between my legs, you'll be the ones ending up like dead pigs today!"

"You motherf—OUCH!"

Just as Meng Zelong was about to strike, a kick suddenly shot out, hitting his crotch dead on. The force of the kick sent him flying. He crashed heavily to the ground, clutching his groin, tears streaming down his face from the pain.

"Lin Feng, you animal! How dare you ambush me!" Meng Zelong roared.

"Heh heh, if my opponents aren't human, why shouldn't I use an ambush? Your two little buddies have already had a taste."

Before the words were even out, Chen Liang and Zhang Dafei charged at him simultaneously, one from the left and one from the right, looking quite ferocious.

However, in Lin Feng's eyes, their clumsy martial arts skills were laughably amateurish. Both their movements and attack methods were riddled with openings.

CLANG!

When the two got close, Lin Feng didn't use any formal boxing techniques or fancy moves. He simply reached out and accurately grabbed the fists thrown by Chen Liang and Zhang Dafei. Then, he yanked them forward, causing them to collide head-on with each other!

With Lin Feng's strength already cultivated to be equivalent to hundreds of pounds, Zhang Dafei and Chen Liang were unable to break free and could only let Lin Feng slam them into each other.

"A first bow to Heaven and Earth! A second bow to your parents! ...Now, into the bridal chamber! Get lost!"

After several collisions, Lin Feng forcefully threw the two into a corner with a swift jerk of his wrist. By now, the pair were battered and bruised, lying on the ground howling in pain. Their cries were even more miserable than a pig being slaughtered.

Seeing things turn against him, Meng Zelong, enduring the pain, quietly crawled up and circled behind Lin Feng. Ignoring whether his strike would be too severe or even fatal, he swung the wooden stick with all his might straight at Lin Feng's head.

"Trying a sneak attack on me? You're still too naive!"

It was as if Lin Feng had eyes in the back of his head. Just as Meng Zelong raised the wooden stick, Lin Feng spun around and punched the descending weapon.

The powerful impact not only stopped the stick but sent it rebounding, THWACK, right into Meng Zelong's own forehead. A large, lightbulb-like lump instantly swelled up.

His hand went numb, and the wooden stick clattered to the ground. Before Meng Zelong could even react, Lin Feng's Flying Leg struck again. As if drawn to its unfortunate target, it connected squarely with his groin once more. Reeling from this second devastating blow to the same spot, he collapsed, unable to get back up.

All this happened in just two or three minutes. Meng Zelong and his two cronies had never imagined Lin Feng would launch a preemptive strike. Even more shocking was Lin Feng's strength; it was like that of a raging bull—simply enormous!

Because Lin Feng hadn't used any sophisticated martial arts techniques, they couldn't tell how skilled a fighter he was. They only knew Lin Feng possessed immense strength, at least equivalent to hundreds of pounds.

Looking at Meng Zelong clutching his groin, appearing to be in agony, Lin Feng said, "Don't worry, I didn't cripple your manhood. You'll still be able to regain your vigor in the future. However, you'll need to rest for at least a month or two."

With that, Lin Feng walked over to Chen Liang and Zhang Dafei and delivered a flurry of savage kicks. Of course, he controlled his strength, ensuring they suffered only superficial injuries, nothing that would break bones or cause lasting damage.

"Ouch... Lin... Lin Feng... Brother Lin Feng, I was wrong... Ouch..."

Half a minute later, Zhang Dafei couldn't bear it anymore and began to wail, begging Lin Feng for mercy.

Lin Feng took a closer look. Good grief, had he beaten Zhang Dafei to the point of incontinence? The guy had actually wet his pants! Damn!

"Brother Lin Feng... Lord Lin Feng, I was wrong! I won't dare do it again! Please don't hit me anymore! From now on, you are my big brother... my lord!" Chen Liang also began to beg for mercy.

"'Lord your ass!'" Lin Feng retorted. "'I'm not looking for underlings. Study hard in the future. You're just kids who haven't even fully matured, yet you're out here trying to be thugs. If I ever catch you bullying classmates again, next time I really will beat you until you lose control of your bowels and bladder!"

Lin Feng then walked back to Meng Zelong and fiercely kicked him a few more times. "I heard from our classmates that you've bullied a lot of them over the years. I'm returning these kicks on their behalf."

SLAP! SLAP!

Lin Feng bent down and slapped Meng Zelong twice more. "These two slaps are for Tang Rou, to teach you the consequences of a toad lusting after swan meat! And now, it's time for my own revenge..."

"No, no, no... Big Brother Lin Feng, I was wrong! I'll never provoke you again! I'll never appear before you again! Please, stop hitting me! I give up, I admit defeat!" Beaten black and blue, Meng Zelong could no longer stand it and pleaded for mercy.

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