Chapter 15 Fighting Club

"Elite Fighting Club, it seems to be here"

Lu En stood in front of a building with a large area, muttered to himself, and stepped in.

Today is the weekend, and there is no school. Lu En also stole half a day of leisure. After playing with Xiao Kui for a morning, he went out to stroll while the little girl was taking a nap. Of course, he was not aimless, but had his own plans.

From Barn to the woman last night, their movements can be seen in the shadow of fighting and martial arts. With their strong physical fitness, they can be called human weapons. Therefore, Lu En also wants to try whether he can reach their level.

He has strong strength and physique, but what he lacks is the method to bring these advantages into play, as well as combat experience.

"Sorry, sir, only members are allowed to enter here."

However, as soon as he entered the door, a girl wearing a black short skirt and a decent smile came up and said to Lu En.

"I see you have an advertisement outside, welcome fighting masters to challenge."

Lu En raised his eyebrows.

"Well, we welcome some famous or real masters to challenge us."

The girl took a glance at Lu En's body shape and clothes, with a smile on her face, but a hint of sarcasm appeared in her eyes: "The members of the Elite Fighting Club are not like those actors on TV who can only lift their legs high."

From the clothes and body movements, the girl who has worked in the fighting club for a while can see at a glance that Lu En has no fighting foundation and comes from a poor family, which further confirms her previous guess.

Poor in literature and rich in martial arts is not just a saying on Earth. Fighting or martial arts are extremely consuming sports, and adequate nutrition is essential. Sometimes some precious tonic medicines are also used, which some middle-class families cannot afford.

Despised.

Lu En touched his nose, but seeing that he could get 10,000 yuan for every victory in the advertisement, he decided not to bother with the girl: "That's right, I am a real master."

"Hahaha!"

Before the girl said anything, a wild laugh suddenly sounded behind Lu En. A blond young man who was a head taller than Lu En just walked into the door. He burst into laughter when he heard this: "Little devil, this is not a place for mischief!"

The man was tall and had long arms. He stretched out his hand to grab Lu En from a few steps away, trying to grab Lu En's clothes and throw him out. Unexpectedly, Lu En didn't even turn his head. It was as if he had eyes behind his head. He took a step forward to avoid his palm.

"Huh?"

The blond young man was a little surprised. He took a step forward and grabbed Lu En again.

Lu En's face turned colder. He stopped dodging. Instead, he raised his hand and grabbed the other's wrist. His fingers were like iron clamps, and the other's strength was nothing to him.

"Hmm!"

The young man felt his wrist tighten, and then was firmly held and unable to move. Suddenly, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and his other hand clenched into a fist and smashed towards Lu En's vest!

"Let go!"

"Be careful!" The girl next to him was horrified and screamed to try to stop him. She was also an old member of the fighting club and knew how powerful the young man in front of her was. He was a cruel person who could sometimes send his sparring partner to the hospital!

"Hey, it's interesting!"

Lu En sneered. He found that he, who had superhuman strength, had to restrain most of his strength when he started fighting, for fear of accidentally hurting others, while these guys who were far inferior to him used all their strength in every move, and they looked like they wanted to kill people with two or three punches.

Bang!

The girl in the black short skirt only felt a flash in front of her eyes, and then the dull sound of flesh falling to the ground sounded. The blond young man who was standing behind Lu En had actually flown in front of him, facing down.

"This?"

The girl blinked her eyes, her mouth opened wide as if she could swallow an apple, and she was stunned for a moment before she realized that the black-haired boy had pulled the other's arm and smashed him from behind like a doll?

"Ahhh!"

The blond youth's reaction speed was slower than hers. It took him almost ten seconds before he suddenly roared and bounced up from the ground. He covered his nose with his hands, and blood oozed from between his fingers, dripping onto the floor.

"Are you okay?" The girl was shocked and shuddered. She ran over to check the injury, but was pushed away by the blond youth. She stared at Lu En and said incoherently: "I'm fine, go call someone and say someone is here to make trouble!"

"I didn't expect that I was wrong. You are a real master!"

The young man did not act rashly. His eyes were full of solemnity when he looked at Lu En. Instead, Lu En was a little surprised. This guy's character was his character, but his psychological quality was really good.

"Who dares to cause trouble in our fighting club!!"

Less than three minutes after the girl in the short skirt hurriedly ran upstairs, chaotic footsteps sounded from the second floor, and then a large group of young men and women in blue training clothes rushed down. The first one was a young man with a buzz cut. He looked downstairs twice with sharp eyes, and finally landed on Lu En, and his expression became a little strange.

"You said that the one who came to challenge the club is this kid?"

Although Lu En's body was stronger, he was still short compared to these muscular and burly young men, not to mention his immature face. The buzz cut young man's words immediately caused a burst of laughter.

"This couldn't be a prank by someone!"

"I can beat ten of these little brats!"

"I can beat twenty!"

Lu En's expression remained unchanged. He glanced at everyone and said calmly, "I heard that you challenged masters and gave 10,000 yuan for winning a game?"

"You are crazy about money!"

"Little boy, this is not playing house!"

The students were amused by Lu En again. This time, a young man came down from above and looked at Lu En with a smile: "Tell me, who asked you to play a prank? Let me guess, Claude or Theis?"

"Not me!"

"Not me either!"

Two shouts with laughter came from the crowd. Lu En also chuckled, threw the advertisement torn off the wall to the ground, and stepped on it.

"I'm here to challenge you!"

The rampant laughter gradually subsided. This provocative attitude made everyone a little angry. The young man who came down changed his face and moved his shoulders and fingers, making crackling sounds between his joints: "You ignorant little brat, didn't your mother teach you not to talk nonsense?"

"Then this will be the first round." Lu En narrowed his eyes slightly, and a sharp light flashed in them.

"Arrogant!"

The young man roared, suddenly accelerated his feet, and slapped Lu En in the face!

Snap!

The crisp sound of slapping resounded throughout the room, and then a figure flew back and hit the stairs with a bang. Lu En retracted his palm and grinned with a mouthful of white teeth:

"Sorry, I hate the name of little brat, and others mentioning my mother!"