Peerless Forbearance System

Li Jae-yong has an eighth-dan black belt in Taekwondo.

However, his actual combat experience is almost zero.

Because he has always been pampered and pampered, as the prince of Sanyang Group, he has been favored by thousands since he was a child, and he has no chance to fight with others.

Therefore, his fighting skills are very poor, no different from an ordinary person.

In a very short period of time, he gained extremely tyrannical strength.

Although he knows how to control power, he doesn't have the matching fighting skills, which is very limited.

The power of 100 points was only played by him for 60 points.

Li Feng saw through this, so he immediately changed his tactics.

He has a level 99 proficiency in free combat, and he also has a powerful "Tianyan Fighting Style", which is enough to play with Li Jae-yong between applause!
The fierce battle lasted for 10 minutes.

Li Feng firmly gained the upper hand and beat Li Zayong to the point where he was covered in bruises.

"Bastard! Scurrying around like a monkey! Do you dare to fight me head-on?"

Li Jae-yong roared angrily.

"No, I still want to see the sun tomorrow."

Li Feng didn't like his aggressive methods at all.

"Ah!"

Li Zairong was so angry that he yelled, he couldn't attack Li Feng no matter what, Kong had a lot of strength, but he only used [-]% of it.

No way, he forced himself to calm down and turned to look at the white ghost.

Looking forward to, the white ghost will kill the ten bloated monsters and help him deal with Li Feng.

However, the situation over there is even worse.

The ten yellow turban warriors who cooperated tacitly, and their defense power was also extremely strong. They completely defeated 65 white ghosts and beat them to pieces.

Of the 65 white ghosts, only a dozen or so are still stubbornly resisting.

But judging by the situation, he probably would be belching in less than 2 minutes.

"Li Zairong, you are finished!" Li Feng said lightly.

"no no!"

Li Zairong's eyes were about to burst, full of unwillingness.

He finally had a chance, obtained extremely tyrannical power, and possessed dozens of white ghosts.

If tonight's plan is successful, and he fucks more than 100 beauties, his strength will skyrocket several times again!
Who knew that a woman would appear out of nowhere and ruin his great good deed...

"What's the ghost's name, you?" Li Feng rolled his eyes and scolded, "You idiot haha"

"I'm not reconciled...I'm not reconciled!" Li Zayong gritted his teeth.

"Stop talking nonsense, enough last words have been said."

Li Feng walked towards Li Zairong impatiently.

"No... no no no! I can't die!"

Li Zairong took a few steps back subconsciously, with a look of absolute determination on his face, and said sharply: "Stinky bitch! I can't easily admit defeat!"

After finishing speaking, his body shook violently, and black blood gushed out of his seven orifices.

Black blood beads also ooze from the pores, and there is an extremely strange aura...

"Ahhhh-"

Li Jae-yong let out a scream of pain.

Not far away, more than a dozen remaining white ghosts turned into streamers and swept over together.

They burst into Li Jae-yong's body, and his howls of pain grew louder.

"kill him!"

An ominous omen rose in Li Feng's heart, and he gave orders to the ten yellow scarf warriors.

Ten yellow turban fighters rushed over together and launched a fierce siege to Chaoli Zayong.

"Puff! Puff! Puff—"

However, Li Jae-yong suddenly raised his hands, condensed the black blood into claws, and easily tore the three yellow scarf warriors.

"What kind of power is this?" Li Feng was stunned.

Looking at Li Zairong's state at this time, it seems that he has lost his reason and consciousness, and has been crying in pain.

However, he can respond immediately to external dangers and attacks.

Unconscious self-defense?
"Stop attacking!"

Li Feng immediately changed his order, he didn't want the Yellow Turban Warrior to die in vain.

The seven yellow turban wrestlers returned to Li Feng's side.

"Ahhhh-"

Li Zairong was still howling in pain, black blood flowed all over his body, and he looked haggard, like a ferocious ghost, very terrifying.

Seeing Li Zairong's strange state, Li Feng narrowed his eyes slightly.

No, I can't continue fighting.

This guy's power is too weird, I'm afraid my life will be in danger if I stay here.

Thinking of this, Li Feng glanced at the female stars.

"I'm sorry, beauties, I want to give priority to saving my own life."

Li Feng muttered something silently, and then ran towards the outside of the big factory building with seven yellow turban wrestlers.

A group of female stars were stunned. Why did Li Feng run away halfway through the fight?
"Save us!"

"Please, I'm so scared..."

"Are we going to die?"

"Please don't run away..."

"..."

Hearing their cries for help, Li Feng's mood was calm.

If he continued to stay, he couldn't even protect himself, so what could he do to save them?

He is not a hero who sacrifices himself for others and even sacrifices his life to save the beauty. Under such circumstances, his life must be the most important.

However, he had already run to the door, but his figure suddenly froze.

Oops……

Li Feng's face changed slightly, and he turned to look at Li Zairong in the factory.

Li Zairong had stopped howling, his blood seemed to have drained dry, skinny and terrified, staring at Li Feng firmly.

"You... you bitch, you made me look like this, where else do you want to escape to?"

"Uh, bro, you really believe me, it's all a misunderstanding!"

Li Feng smiled and said: "I won't disturb your good business anymore, you can enjoy these women as much as you want, and I will never ask a word!"

When a group of female stars heard what he said, they couldn't help scolding shamelessly.

"Hehe, now you know how to admit cowardice? It's too late!"

Li Jae-yong had a vicious look on his face, and said hysterically, "Look at my current horrible appearance, I will make your life worse than death!"

After saying that, Li Jae-yong jerked his arm.

Li Feng's figure was dragged by him, and he grabbed his throat with one hand.

Seeing this, seven yellow turban wrestlers ran over and attacked Li Zairong together.

"Bang bang bang-"

The seven yellow turban wrestlers attacked together, and Li Zairong's haggard body shook for a while.

Shaking violently, but not fatally.

Li Jae-yong raised a crazy smile, making his terrifying face even more frightening.

"Smelly bitch! I'm going to crush every bone in your body! Skin your cramps! Life would be better than death!"

Li Zairong punched Li Feng hard in the abdomen.

"Ahem!" Li Feng's internal organs shook violently, and a mouthful of blood spewed out of his mouth.

Oh shit!

Where did Li Zairong, this dog day, get his weird power?
"Attack! Attack him with all your strength!" Li Feng gave the death order to the seven yellow turban fighters.

The seven yellow turban wrestlers attacked Li Jae-yong with all their might.

"Hehe, these trash want to kill me too?"

Li Zayong sneered twice, raised his hand and shook it violently, restricting the figures of the seven yellow scarf warriors.