The School Beauty's Super Rogue-Chapter 992 - 989: A Young Girl’s Sentiments

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Old Bai was inexplicably stunned.

He had prepared himself for a desperate fight, ready to be badly beaten.

And yet the enemy just left without warning?

Who could have predicted this?

The Martial Arts families nearby were also puzzled.

They watched Qin Hao’s departing figure, wanting to stop him but held back.

The scene of Qin Hao handling the Black and White Double Assassins still flashed before their eyes.

Everyone present was sure that Qin Hao was not running out of steam, because someone running out of steam couldn’t have such strength!

Toying with the Black and White Double Assassins?

Terrifying!

Thus, in this quiet atmosphere, Qin Hao walked away alone, his back seeming slender but appearing like a mountain in front of everyone’s eyes.

Until Qin Hao disappeared at the street corner, inexplicably, everyone present let out a sigh of relief.

"I... really lost face today!"

A martial arts master lamented, beating his chest.

"It’s not just you, everyone today lost face!"

"Sigh, after practicing martial arts for so many years, only for it to be of no use. It seems I’ve trained for nothing more useful than a dog’s body!"

"Always been complacent about my achievements. Now, comparing myself to Qin Hao, I realize I’m just a hopeless bum..."

It can be said, the once proud martial artists were deeply affected, stepping into a mode of lamenting their losses.

In front of the screen, Qian Feishun’s face turned red, his eyes widened: "You idiots, he’s really out of steam! As long as you dare to rush in, he will surely lose!"

Among everyone, only he, who was half a Grandmaster, had a keen eye.

In his view, when Qin Hao handled the Black and White Double Assassins, his speed was still fast.

But it was much slower than before, a difference hard for the naked eyes of a top-level master to detect.

But it couldn’t escape his high-level expertise.

"Jinhua, make a call and tell them that Qin Hao is really running out of steam!"

Qian Feishun anxiously turned to say.

"Master, just let it go."

Surprisingly, Qian Jinhua’s expression was very calm.

"How can you let it go! Only if he loses will the Martial Arts scene in Beijing be peaceful!"

Qian Feishun said, heartbroken and anguished.

He could clearly see his disciple’s thoughts.

But the matter has come to this, it’s no longer just about avenging Qian Jinhua.

After this fight, Qin Hao’s nightmare-like figure had left an impression in the heart of every martial artist present.

Not only did he become their Martial Arts Heart Demon, but also strongly struck everyone’s morale.

If Qin Hao doesn’t fall, shadows will linger in everyone’s hearts, making progress on the Martial Arts path arduous.

In truth, this is no longer just between Qin Hao and Qian Jinhua.

Qin Hao has impacted the entire Martial Arts community in Beijing.

Qian Jinhua understood her master’s meaning.

So she stood stunned, filled with regret, "I just wanted revenge, how did it lead to such a big mess?"

Her mind fell into chaos; even when the phone was taken by the master, she didn’t snap out of it.

Qian Feishun picked up the phone, immediately calling a disciple on site.

"Hello, Xibao, tell everyone now, Qin Hao is really out of steam, as long as everyone goes after him, he will surely lose!"

Xibao was a plump teenager. He was Qian Jinhua’s junior brother and today’s broadcast "reporter".

He looked at the dejected crowd and said to the phone: "Master, they have all been deeply affected. Is this really okay?"

"Go! Are you daring not to listen to your master!"

Qian Feishun was nearly crying with urgency.

The great chance was right in front of them.

If Qin Hao was let run away, it would be like setting a tiger back into the wild; who knows if he would come back to reorganize Beijing’s Martial Arts scene later.

Xibao was scared by his master’s shouting, picked up the phone and shouted: "I’m Qian Sanxi, my master is Qian Feishun. He says Qin Hao is really running out of steam, as long as everyone is willing to chase after him, he will surely lose!"

Qian Feishun waited excitedly, surely everyone would be tempted.

However, the next moment, a martial artist named Zhao Mountain questioned: "Are you the tail end of the Qian Family?"

Xibao’s face turned red: "My skill is indeed the weakest, but what I’m saying is true!"

"If it’s true, why don’t you go? Deceiving us to go toward our deaths?"

Another doubt attacked, Xibao’s face turned even redder and said softly: "I... I don’t..."

On the other side, Qian Feishun slapped his head sharply, Xibao’s personality is soft, how could he sway everyone?

It’s over, completely over!

Eventually, Xibao chose to stay silent, Qian Feishun also gave up persuading.

With so much time passed, Qin Hao must have fled far, any remedy was too late.

Finally, this powerful figure of Beijing laid on the sofa despondently, looking at the ceiling and sighed: "The future of Beijing is utterly somber!"

...

Just as Qian Feishun speculated, Qin Hao indeed fled.

As he left the corner, his pace switched from slow walking to running, eventually flooding his feet with the last bit of inner strength to leverage Lightweight Technique for rapid flight.

When both his energy and inner strength reached depletion, he glanced back alertly, feeling fortunate: "Damn, luckily I smartly ran away."

If those martial artists saw him in his current cowardly state, perhaps they all would be furious enough to spit blood.

Qin Hao sat on the ground and dialed a number: "Old Wang, I’m now at Zhenhuang Street, please drive over to pick me up."

The Ancient Martial Alliance in Beijing is dwindling, Qin Hao didn’t want to trouble others.

So he called the kindred spirit Old Wang over.

Hanging up, he leaned against the wall, rubbing his aching waist, saying: "Spiritual Qi is indeed five levels above inner strength in intensity, but unfortunately, its quantity is limited and can’t sustain long use. Otherwise, everyone here would have surely been beaten by me!"

Thinking that among the Four Scoundrels, Old Bai had not been beaten down, he felt a sense of regret.

"Forget it, there will definitely be a chance later."

Qin Hao sighed in his heart, seeing a car approaching.

"Old Wang really is efficient."

Qin Hao smiled, got up, opened the car door, and got in.

...

Since that battle, three days have passed.

During these three days, Qian Jinhua stayed glued to the Qian Family Mansion.

Sitting in her boudoir, dazed all day.

In her dreams, Qin Hao’s figure occasionally flashed before her eyes.

The more Qian Jinhua thought about it, the more obsessed she became, and the more she hated herself.

"I’m actually thinking about him every day, could this be the rumored love?"

Qian Jinhua had never been in love, but she learned a bit about basic principles.

Right now, she was thinking about Qin Hao all the time, isn’t this equivalent to love?

"No, definitely not, I just admire him... worship... him!"

Qian Jinhua found herself an explanation: "Like him, someone so lecherous, shameless and rude, I definitely wouldn’t like!"

While her thoughts were drifting wildly, there was a knock on the door outside.