Teaching Zhang Hui A Lesson

Zhang Hui looked at Omi and laughed, "Omi, so, the squad leader suspects that you know martial arts? Is it true?"

Omi nodded, "Yeah, I know martial arts."

Zhang Hui was surprised, "Yo, Omi, I can't tell, the one who is usually at the bottom of the class can actually know martial arts."

Omi said, "I used to pretend to be a match, so everyone didn't know."

Teacher Zhang was stunned, there was still someone who actively said that he pretended to be a match.

"Omi, you're pretending to be loud enough, come on, give me a punch, let me see what level our class, the fourth student who knows martial arts, has reached, I'll verify it."

Zhang Hui was very proud and proud of being a teacher who knew martial arts in the school and had also taken the third place in the teacher's fighting competition, he was also proud of his heart, he usually didn't brag about his class, many of the girls in his class secretly had a crush on the class teacher, this made Zhang Hui even more proud of his heart.

Now, Teacher Zhang unexpectedly learned that Omi also knew martial arts and couldn't wait to test how good Omi's kung fu was. In the past, Teacher Zhang also used to test those three students in his class who knew martial arts and KO'd them in front of the whole class, and the whole class would cheer freely. He liked the feeling of being worshipped by the students in his class.

Omi shook his head and said, "No, Teacher Zhang."

Zhang Hui tsked, dissatisfied, "Omi, when you're told to come for a punch, you just come, squirming like what.What's the drop, could it be that you've learned a skinny, and you're still afraid of hurting me?"

Omi even nodded, "Teacher Zhang, how do you know that I'm afraid of hurting you, yes, in our hometown, teachers are used to respect, not to hit, hitting a teacher, this is something that will carry a thousand curses."

That teaching director had wanted to leave, but stayed, secretly saying, "In Zhang Hui's class, there's another student who knows martial arts, let's see how good he is at it."

Zhang Hui saw Omi bluntly saying that he was afraid of injuring him, and was full of displeasure.

"Omi, if I tell you to fight, just do it. The fourth student who knows martial arts appears in my class, I'm just excited to test your martial arts strength, so what are you squirming about. Do you think you can hurt me? You think I picked up the third place trophy for teacher's combat for nothing? Stop nagging and have a punch."

Omi tangled, "Teacher Zhang, are you sure you want me to throw a punch?"

"What's the long-windedness, punch it. "Zhang Hui looked at the teaching director, in his heart, he also wanted to perform in front of the teaching director and KO Omi in one move, so that the teaching director would definitely be worshipped for a while, Zhang Hui liked the feeling of being worshipped.

Omi raised his fist and said, "Teacher, you yourself let me punch, if you get hurt, you can't find me."

"Long-winded, hurry up, punch, use your full strength. "Zhang Hui instantly took a stance.

Omi nodded, "Alright, then I'll throw a punch, you're the one who called me, not me disrespecting my teacher."

Omi said and suddenly punched Zhang Hui's stomach.

Zhang Hui was excited, thinking that he could KO Omi in one go in front of the teaching director and be awesome.

However, before Zhang Hui had time to react, Omi's punch had already solidly hit him in the stomach.

"Bang. "There was also a muffled sound.

"Ah. "Zhang Hui was hit by the punch, and his waist arched back as if he was pulling a bent bow and arrow, and his eyes opened wide

THISSSS

"Bang" Zhang Hui collapsed, falling to the ground still maintaining his bent bow posture, his body still twitching, and his mouth constantly began to foam.

Omi said, "Teacher Zhang, I'm sorry, but you're the one who told me to throw a punch."

"Ah. "The teaching director on the other side was shocked, he rolled his eyes, unable to believe that this was real, a person who had won the third place in the Teacher Fighting Competition had been KO'd by a student with one punch.

The teaching director busily walked over and poked Zhang Hui with his finger, saying, "Teacher Zhang, get up, don't pretend to compare, I still don't understand your strength ah, I don't believe you will be KO'd by a student."

Zhang Hui's body twitched and his face was white as he stared at the teaching director, he was in pain right now, and he even said that he was pretending to compare.

The teaching director saw that Zhang Hui really didn't look like he was faking and said in shock, "Is it true that Zhang Hui isn't faking a comparison?"

Omi hehely smiled, "This teacher, Teacher Zhang isn't faking the comparison la, but don't worry, Teacher Zhang can't withstand a punch from me, so his body is beyond the limit, at most, he'll be able to stand up in half an hour."

"What? Half an hour."

"Yeah, I was just afraid of really injuring Teacher Zhang, so I still secretly showed mercy, otherwise, where would Teacher Zhang be so relaxed now, he would have died already."

"What? Already dead. "The teaching director's face went white, Nima, was this student telling the truth or not? He's bluffing, right?

Omi looked towards Zhang Hui and smiled apologetically, "Teacher Zhang, you told me to use my full strength just now, I didn't use my full strength, I secretly retained it, sorry ah, I didn't listen to you. However, fortunately, I just reserved my power, otherwise the consequences would be unthinkable. Alas, Teacher Zhang, just now when I saw how confident you were, I thought you were a super expert, I almost used my full strength, fortunately, or else I would have killed my teacher and really would have carried a thousand curses."

Zhang Hui lay twitching on the ground, his mouth full of foam, babbling, wanting to speak but unable to do so.

The teaching director wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, "Classmate, how much strength did you retain to still beat Teacher Zhang up like this?"

Omi smiled heedlessly and said, "It's not much, ninety percent of the power."

"What? You've retained ninety percent of your power?"

"Hmmm ah."

The teaching director widened his eyes and stammered, "If you retain ninety percent, wouldn't that mean you've only taken out ten percent of your power?"

"Yeah, I'm still in a bit of shock, but luckily I was prepared and thought to take out a ten percent power first."

The teaching director plopped down and knelt down.

"Uh, this teacher, what are you doing? "Omi was shocked.

The teaching director kowtowed, "Master is above, please accept the disciple's worship."

Omi helped the teaching director up and shook his head, "This teacher, this can't be made ah, if you want to kneel it's the student who kneels you, how can you be made to kneel me."

"No, this student, please take me as your disciple."

Omi smiled, "This teacher, sorry ah, I don't accept disciples."

The teaching director was busy saying, "Warrior, just take me in, your tuition fee will be free from now on."

"Oh, I'm a man of principle, this is something that everyone knows, I have no plans to accept a disciple for now, sorry ah."