Martial Force

Wei Xiong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and was helped to his feet.

At this moment, all the security guards behind him glared furiously at Chen Cheng. Every one of them looked ready to rush forward and tear him limb from limb.

Wei Xiong stretched out a hand to stop the guards.

"Don't act rashly. Go report this at once."

Then, enduring the pain, Wei Xiong clasped his hands toward Chen Cheng in salute.

"I admit defeat."

Seeing that Wei Xiong was reasonably sensible, Chen Cheng also clasped his fists.

"You're not bad yourself."

Before long, the security guard who had gone to report the matter returned with a group of corporate executives in suits and leather shoes who clearly looked like social elites.

"I am Wei Hu, the senior disciple of the Form-Intent Sect. May I ask who injured my junior brother, Wei Xiong?"

The middle-aged man at the front, who was clearly the company's general manager, clasped his hands toward the people from the Eagle Claw Sect.

"Grandmaster Uncle, that's the man who injured my master."

The security guard who had gone to report the matter pointed at Chen Cheng at the very front.

Wei Hu looked Chen Cheng up and down, then furrowed his brows.

"You're sure you didn't identify him incorrectly? This young man is physically sound, with well-proportioned limbs and a tall, robust build. He doesn't look like someone who practices martial arts."

To be honest, after hearing this, even Chen Cheng couldn't tell whether Wei Hu was praising him or mocking him.

Take Master Ying, for example. As a Dark Force expert who had practiced martial arts for many years, his palms had practically become deformed.

Some internal martial arts did not visibly alter one's appearance, but they could still