[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-strongest-face-slapping-king-in-the-city":3,"chapter-the-strongest-face-slapping-king-in-the-city-the-strongest-face-slapping-king-in-the-city-chapter-135":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","The Strongest Face-Slapping King in the City",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1767515,2341,"Chapter 135 - 135 135 Let's See Who's Better","the-strongest-face-slapping-king-in-the-city-chapter-135",135,"\u003Cp>135: Chapter 135: Let’s See Who’s Better 135: Chapter 135: Let’s See Who’s Better Especially Zhou Jie, who watched as Qi Lin continued to pound his fists on the desk, the number of black lines on his forehead increasing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fuck, motherfucker, we invited you to teach students, goddamn it, why are you picking a fight with my desk for no reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, Qi Lin seemed to have fallen into a frenzy, his fists already covered in fresh blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Break, break, break…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Accompanied by the deafening sound of pounding, Zhou Jie almost covered his ears as he walked over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Crack!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, under Qi Lin’s relentless pummeling, the metal desk finally collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The legs of the desk snapped, and the whole desktop fell heavily to the ground, emitting a piercing collision sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yay, it’s collapsed!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The students from Second Middle School were as excited as if they were on chicken blood, screaming with excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Six hundred!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Jie’s voice was cold as his gaze swept over the three collapsed desks and one with a dented tabletop, he slowly said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Six hundred?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Ji, Qi Lin, including Xu Jin and Liu Feifei, all had a stunned look on their faces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you looking at, pay up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is the wholesale price.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If sold separately, each would be over three hundred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m not saying it’s you guys, but how come you start trouble as soon as you arrive at our First Middle School?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Have we at First Middle School done anything to wrong you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Jie was furious, damn it, with a crowd of people watching, if he didn’t assert himself, wouldn’t his spine be snapped by these juvenile Second Middle Schoolers?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the world outside, what’s most important?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s obviously face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The people from Second Middle School almost spat fire from their eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not done anything wrong?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn it, a bunch of people surrounding the classroom and cursing Second Middle School dogs, that’s not doing anything?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially Wu Ji, the few long hairs hanging on his forehead were blown up by him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Qi Lin was about to explode with anger, he suddenly snapped back to realization.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Jie was the principal of First Middle School.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immediately, he sneered, “These two desks were broken by him, I’ll pay at most two hundred.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan rolled his eyes incessantly, fuck, it’s just four hundred bucks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immediately after, Zhang Fan took out four hundred bucks from his pocket and stuffed it into Zhou Jie’s hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old Zhou, the quality of this desk isn’t very good, huh?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It collapsed with one hit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m really worried it might collapse while I’m sleeping,” Zhang Fan sighed as he spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The group of people listening to Zhang Fan’s words almost ground their teeth to pieces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>God damn it, not good quality?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fuck, Qi Lin, the Demon King, took nearly thirty punches to break the desk, and you’re saying the quality is not up to scratch?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn it, bring it on…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, wait, motherfucker, two of the desks were collapsed by Zhang Fan’s single hit, damn it, is this guy a monster!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The people from Second Middle School were so angry they couldn’t stand it, feeling like they’ve been hit and had to pay for it too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is just impossible to reason with.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you say the desk’s quality is good, Qi Lin took a long time to break it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But damn it, Zhang Fan broke it with one hit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This feeling is like slapping one’s own face at Second Middle School.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Jie was dumbfounded, then looking at Zhang Fan who was somewhat worried about the desk collapsing while he slept during class, a thousand *** galloped through his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is this desk meant for you to sleep on during class?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fuck, damn it, even if you want to sleep during class, don’t say it in front of the Second Middle School teachers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, soon after, Zhou Jie’s expression changed, incredulously looking at Zhang Fan, he murmured in a low voice, “You were the one who broke the desk?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm,” Zhang Fan nodded, made a light sound of acknowledgement, shrugged his shoulders, and displayed an expression of complete disinterest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hiss!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Jie took a sharp intake of breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had tested this batch of tables when buying them, and they were very sturdy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn it, two had been damaged?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he remembered the scene where Qi Lin was pounding the tables with his fists and instantly understood what had happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed that this little Demon King was causing trouble again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh my, how could the tables be unstable?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I just watched Teacher Qi Lin punching quite a lot, look at all his muscles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’s won a full-contact fighting championship before, you know.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By saying this, aren’t you disrespecting our Teacher Qi Lin?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Jie’s demeanor suddenly shifted, the anger on his face vanishing, replaced by a beaming smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words sounded right, but to Qi Lin they were worse than eating dung.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn it, what exactly was he implying with that statement?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qi Lin’s expression fluctuated wildly, and if Zhou Jie wasn’t the principal of First Middle School, he would have already thrown a punch at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These words sounded like nothing but mockery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, he couldn’t erupt in anger, because, after all, it was the truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan sighed and shook his head, “Old Zhou, not to criticize, but you’ve been blinded by Teacher Qi Lin’s muscles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s a severe case of muscle weakness, and your tables really are unstable.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Zhang Fan lifted his hand and slapped it down onto the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“BOOM!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As expected, just like the previous two tables, this one immediately collapsed, its four metal legs seemingly twisted ninety degrees, splayed flat on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan naturally wouldn’t let Qi Lin off the hook.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no difference between hitting someone and sparing their face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially when they provoked him first, it wasn’t satisfying unless he hit them hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Jie watched Zhang Fan’s slap in stunned silence, his back suddenly turning cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mommy, if that slap had landed on him, it would have been a miracle if his bones hadn’t broken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after a moment of shock, Zhou Jie’s face broke into a bright smile again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to Qi Lin and said slowly, “Oh, Teacher Qi Lin, surely you aren’t really sick, are you?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Look at you, you’re not even a match for our student Zhang Fan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I don’t get it, how did Zhang Hua decide to appoint you as the sports teacher for the elite class?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Your skill level just isn’t enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Our elite class needs…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>elites.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Do you get it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The best kind from both our schools.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Jie felt incredibly satisfied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan had made such a strong impression by slapping the face of a teacher from Second Middle School on his very first day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was immensely gratifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ah, it’s just a pity, if only I’d known it would come to this, I would have kept Zhang Hua here to watch this farce unfold together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would have been nice to see that constipated look on his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qi Lin, hearing these words, felt his eyes burn with anger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elite?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the entirety of Second Middle School and First Middle School, if there was a sports teacher who knew more about physical education than him, he’d gladly twist off his own head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn it, this was definitely a setup, a scheme from First Middle School to put him in his place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had personally tested that table – his grandpa’s legs – he had to punch it nearly thirty times before it gave in, nearly wrecking his own fists, and you’re telling me I’m sick?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To hell with it, why don’t you try it then?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qi Lin was brimming with rage, yet again he thought about trying it, he really wanted to have another go at Zhang Fan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the thought of his almost fractured hand made his heart quiver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Principal Zhou, I have won the provincial full-contact fighting championship and even hold national marathon honors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With my constitution, I refuse to believe your school can find anyone better than me,” Qi Lin retorted angrily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan chuckled lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A marathon?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just 42.195 kilometers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking about his morning’s exercise of a 20 kg weighted climb over ten kilometers of rugged terrain, a gleam sparked in Zhang Fan’s eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan was certain that the physical demands of his morning activity were no less strenuous than a marathon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, that was mountain climbing!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s just a marathon, right?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Come on, let’s compare!” Zhang Fan said coolly, looking straight at Qi Lin.\u003C\u002Fp>",1442,"2026-06-08T10:03:05.885Z",1,"novelbin.me","05f9bf428dc80fd0f7d4117464085857870a17f2638feb09f3d9cb313e55d412","the-strongest-face-slapping-king-in-the-city-chapter-136","the-strongest-face-slapping-king-in-the-city-chapter-134",1920,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-strongest-face-slapping-king-in-the-city-cover.jpg"]