Han Qianqian was terrifying to the point of being unstoppable. We classmates were like sheep, slaughtered with ease.
"I'll fight you to the death!" a boy roared in the hallway. His name was Wang Tian, and he was the best fighter in our class. However, ever since senior year began, he had started studying seriously. Still, anyone who had spent time around the school knew how good he was at fighting.
Back then, he had taken on seven students from the class next door by himself and beaten them until they fled in disarray. It had been an astonishing sight. Faced with this situation, however, his fighting spirit exploded once more.
Even against Han Qianqian, he dared to fight her.
A fierce battle erupted in the corridor. Wang Tian was agile, weaving and dodging as his fists landed one after another on Han Qianqian. But he soon discovered that his attacks were completely ineffective.
Thinking of this, he casually picked up the leg of an abandoned chair beside him and charged straight at Han Qianqian with a thunderous swing.
The steel chair leg in his hand possessed tremendous force. When the blow landed, Han Qianqian's body was knocked backward.
Wang Tian's eyes were icy as he frantically smashed down with the steel pipe. Once, twice, three times!
Black blood sprayed out, and Han Qianqian's body kept staggering backward. Yet no matter how Wang Tian swung the chair leg, he could not make Han Qianqian fall.
"Die! Die!" Wang Tian shouted frantically as the chair leg kept crashing down.
Every blow left a hideous wound on Han Qianqian's head.
Wang Tian's strength was considerable. When he smashed down with all his might, he actually split open Han Qianqian's head. Then, with a roar, he thrust the steel pipe straight through her