"Fuck your mother, I'm going all in!"
Under the heavy pressure from Yang Yifeng, someone finally couldn't endure it anymore. At that moment, a male student, his eyes bloodshot, glanced at his classmates and took the lead in rushing toward Yang Yifeng.
"Right! C**k-sucking motherfuckers, I don't believe he can take us all on by himself!"
"Pin him down! Let's see what else he's got!"
"Surround him! Beat him to death! C******s!"
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At this time, this group of male students finally united, intending to fight Yang Yifeng to the death.
In the art major, there were nearly forty students. Now, with their voices united, they formed quite an intimidating sight. Looking over, a sea of people with drawing boards or stools in their hands charged straight at Yang Yifeng.
"Hmph!"
With a cold snort from Yang Yifeng, though these people made quite the scene and appeared difficult to deal with, in Yang Yifeng's eyes, they were merely ants, after all.