He had thrown only two punches from start to finish!
One punch sent Xiang Chong flying thirteen meters, and the other blasted Meng Changjun back seventeen meters. Then he delivered a supremely pretentious line: "You two don't need to fight anymore. I've already determined who wins between you. I used exactly the same strength against both of you just now. Xiang Chong is still a little stronger."
His lordship the class monitor's lofty, superior air was on full display.
After those two punches, everyone in the class, including Li Chenglong, wanted to beat him up, but not a single person came to challenge him again.
Nobody was stupid!
Going after Zuo Xiaoduo now meant asking for a beating, only to have everyone else laugh at them for being fools afterward. There was nothing to gain!
Li Chenglong, however, was a different story.
Many people still called him "Cult Leader" at every turn and treated him with the utmost respect, but when they attacked, they showed no mercy whatsoever!
After more than a dozen consecutive fights, Li Chenglong had been beaten until his whole body was swollen like a ball, his nose bruised and his face puffed up. Still, Zhongzhong defended his position as Deputy Class Monitor and secured second place.
Xiang Chong ranked third, Meng Chengjun fourth, Yu Yan'er fifth, Pi Yibao sixth, Hao Han seventh, and Jia Kuang eighth...
As for Xiang Bing...
"Xiang Bing!" Wen Xingtian called an immediate halt to Xiang Bing's fight. "What are you doing? Slacking off?!"
His tone was exceedingly stern.
Xiang Bing's face, however, was deathly pale. For several fights in a row now, her opponents had completely suppressed her, and she had lost again and again.
"This is how you fight? Where's your Xiang Family's Overlord Fist?"
Wen Xingtian flew into a