Dual-Line Operation

"Qin, you're a kung fu master. Do you dare let me slap you?" Martinez said resentfully.

"Are you questioning me?" Qin Ze stared him down.

Martinez did not answer, but he glared at him fiercely.

"How presumptuous!" Qin Ze flew into "rage" and said righteously, "I'm kindly teaching you the core techniques of Chinese Kung Fu for free, yet you not only refuse to learn but question me? Fine, I won't teach you."

With that, Qin Ze pinched the hollow tube between two fingers and bent it without expression.

"Don't, please continue."

"Qin, let me do it."

"Me, me."

The onlookers grew even more excited.

Secretly, Qin Ze's fingers trembled slightly, burning with pain. Bending a hollow steel tube with two fingers relied on the increasingly monstrous brute strength he had developed under the system's training.

Martinez was so aggrieved he nearly suffered internal injuries. His feelings were incredibly complicated. He felt that Qin Ze was retaliating against him, but would anyone believe him if he said so? It would only make him seem narrow-minded.

Besides, he had happily gone along with it himself, and Qin Ze really did know Chinese Kung Fu. He could not beat him anyway.

He did not know that China had a phrase called "open conspiracy." From the moment Martinez had been drawn in by Chinese Kung Fu, he had been destined to get taught a lesson.

The pit was dug right in front of you, yet you had no choice but to jump in.

Qin Ze coughed and said, "Qi cultivation begins with cultivating the mind. Once everyone can maintain a stable qi field, I'll teach you how to cultivate qi. But we can't delay filming, so practice with each other."

Slap each other.

Martinez's mouth twitched. *You only slap me and never anyone