Since I am Dasha Chun

Chapter 153 Shaolin Soccer
On the empty street, a young man was carrying a satchel, looking around blankly.

The young man's satchel was bulging and looked very heavy, but he picked it up lightly and put it on his chest.

"Tsk, what's the matter with the system, the soft sister coins I exchanged are put together with my tool? It's all dirty, how can I use it?" Looking at the oil stains on the red soft sister coins, the young man couldn't help frowning.

"Su San, come here quickly, some people don't know what's good." A shirtless, skinny man with long hair shouted at the young man.

???

what?

After a while, Su San realized her situation. Feelings are a role arranged by the system. A car mechanic is also a gangster. A group of people are surrounding the same shirtless but well-proportioned and muscular guy, preparing to teach him a lesson. What about him?

"Ah, I'm sorry, we don't know each other well." Seeing this, Su San immediately refused.

"Counsel!" The skinny young man rolled his eyes at him, then ran to the crowd in the distance, stood upright with a stick, and looked arrogantly at the young man facing the crowd alone.

"You haven't beaten enough, do you still want to fight again?" A short-sighted young man with a sharp mouth in the group said to the muscular guy.

"I promised Master, I won't fight." The muscular boy looked handsome, but there were some stains on his face and a band-aid on his forehead. It seemed that he had been injured before. His eyes were bright and he said with a positive expression.

"Hahahaha!" Several people laughed when they saw him posing a move, his words were extremely serious, like a master in a martial arts movie.

"Brother, this guy has too much brain concussion!" The short young man smiled at the middle-aged man who was bald on the top of his head next to him.

"But you must apologize!" The muscular guy said very seriously.

"Apologize?!" The middle-aged man put away his smile and became serious.

"I should hit you, it's sad if I don't!" The middle-aged man spoke in Sichuan and Chongqing dialect, pointing at the muscular guy, and said viciously.

As soon as the words fell, the short guy took the wooden stick in his hand and threw it at the muscular guy.

"Oh!"

Before the wooden stick arrived, it was already broken into two pieces. It turned out that the muscular guy raised his leg high and broke the wooden stick an inch thick.

"Oh!"

The muscular guy kicked again, directly breaking another wooden stick that hit him.

"call out!"

The long-haired young man next to him was just about to sneak attack, but he faced the sole of his foot that was kicking towards him, and the sole of his foot stopped in front of him without causing him any harm.

However, the long hair was kicked to the soles of his feet and turned backwards, and his bangs were also turned backwards, revealing his big forehead. It took a long time for the strength to dissipate.

Several other people looked at each other in blank dismay.

The long-haired guy wanted to take advantage of the time when everyone was in a daze to teach the muscular youth a lesson, but he kicked away the weapon in his hand, switched with one foot, and landed directly next to his neck with another kick.

The force of the dragon's swaying tail blew his long hair away again, and it took a long time for it to dissipate.

"Don't move! You said you wouldn't fight!" The long-haired young man was quick to wit, seeing that he still wanted to move, he pointed at the muscular young man.

"Hey!"

As soon as the man finished speaking, a young man next to him hugged a football and threw it like a muscular youth.

"Oh!"

I saw the muscular young man walking briskly and kicking the football. The football seemed to have eyes, and it flew towards the young man who just smashed the ball, hitting the young man's chest directly.

"Bah!"

The young man was hit by the football and couldn't stop backing up. Then he fell to the ground and rolled over a few times. Finally, he rubbed against the ground and slid for a certain distance before barely stopping.

Phew, this internal force, tsk tsk, is not simple.

Su San commented secretly.

"I'm not here to fight, I'm here to play football!" The muscular young man clenched his fists and said word by word.

Isn't it so exaggerated?

Seeing the young man in a plaid shirt being hit by the football for a long time, everyone was amazed.

The young man lay down for a while, then stood up suddenly, shook the dust off his body, took two steps forward, pointed at the muscular man and gnashed his teeth and cursed: "I~you~you..."

"puff!"

"vomit!"

Before he finished speaking, he spat out white pulp, as if he had vomited out all the breakfast he had in the morning.

"Hey! There's no need to be so exaggerated, right?" the short young man ran over, surprised to see him like this.

"call out!"

not good!

The young man felt something was wrong, he turned his head and saw the muscular young man with his upper body facing the football that was bouncing, his upper body leaned forward, his right foot jumped straight back, and he shot towards the football!
"What are you doing?" the short young man turned around and shouted.

"Oh!"

"Clap!"

"Ah! Ah!"

The flying football directly hit the middle-aged man and the young man holding a half-stick. It killed two birds with one stone.

The short youth and the long-haired youth saw something wrong and ran away immediately.

"what!"

The muscular young man rushed towards the football, shot the goal, and the football hit the long-haired young man's face.

"Oh!"

The football hit him directly, directly knocked him down, and he couldn't move anymore.

"Humph!"

The only punks at the scene were short and skinny young men. When he saw the football running to the opponent's feet again, he immediately turned his head and left.

"what!"

The muscular man shot the football with one kick, and the vigorous football went straight to the erected bamboo pole. The bamboo pole was scattered like flying swords all over the sky. In order to avoid it, the short young man bent his body and trot onto a sand pile of construction , lay down, and the bamboo poles fell from the sky in all directions, and were inserted around him.

"I'm sorry, brother, I'm sorry!" The short young man kept apologizing.

The muscular young man saw that the little punk almost fell down completely, and the man began to apologize again, and his excitement eased.

Seeing the vigor of the muscular young man, the skinny young man threw away the stick in his hand, took a step back, and made a praying mantis fist.

"Oh~oh!" He took a deep breath, staring at the muscular young man, his hands were like praying mantis arms, gesturing forward.

"Do you have any money with you?" The muscular young man suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and asked.

"Yes." The skinny young man stopped, put his left hand into his purse, took a few steps forward, took out a few coins, and handed them to him.

"Sanmao," said the thin man.

The muscular youth put the money into his purse without saying a word.

"Is this considered robbery?" the thin man asked doubtfully.

"Forget it, have you ever learned Mantis Boxing?" The muscular youth asked.

"I've studied it." The thin man nodded in agreement.

"Then don't insult Shaolin martial arts!" The muscular man left without looking back.

"Woooooo!" The thin man couldn't help sobbing after hearing this.

Seeing the muscular youth walking away, Su San came here herself, and saw that the wall hit by the football was deeply dented.

His internal energy is so strong?Is it the Yi Jin Jing?
Or does this plane have a damage bonus for internal power?

"Su San, I've been robbed, woo woo woo, you still don't help me!" Seeing Su San approaching, the skinny man also moved over, sobbing.

"Hey, thirty cents, what about it?!" Su San was speechless for a while.

(End of this chapter)