He reached out, lowered his stance, set his frame, one fist guarding his head and the other protecting his chest.
Lu Zheng stood opposite him, rolling his shoulders, but his hands hung at his sides without moving at all.
"What do you mean by that?" Lu Tieling asked.
"Are you coming over, or should I go over?" Lu Zheng smiled without answering and asked instead.
"Heh!" Lu Tieling sneered. Keep acting tough. I'll make you act so tough you look like an idiot! He stepped forward and threw a straight punch! Power surged from his heels as he twisted his waist and swung his fist straight at Lu Zheng's face.
Lu Zheng instantly shifted aside, dodging Lu Tieling's all-out punch, then formed his right hand into a fist and swung it forward, borrowing the momentum to strike Lu Tieling in the right ribs.
Bang!
"Urgh!"
Lu Tieling nearly had the breath knocked out of him.
"Going all out without holding anything back—did you think your opponent was dead?"
Lu Tieling twisted his body. Still, his physique really was impressive. A punch that could knock an ordinary person down had not actually injured him.
"You really are slippery as a monkey. Let's see how I catch you!"
Lu Zheng laughed when he heard that. Fine, now they could have some real fun.
Seeing that Lu Zheng's reactions were indeed incredibly fast, Lu Tieling decided to focus on control from then on.
As long as he caught Lu Zheng, there would be no next move.
He closed in and reached out, one hand blocking the way, the other going for the shoulder! Lu Zheng dodged right, then darted left, swaying past Lu Tieling's center of gravity. He knocked aside Lu Tieling's right hand with one arm, lowered his body, formed one hand into a blade, and stabbed straight into Lu Tieling's armpit.
Fast as lightning, Lu Tieling was hit before he could even react.
"Oh!"
Lu Zheng drew back again. Taking advantage of Lu Tieling's instinctive contraction of his right shoulder, he slipped one hand beneath his left ribs and hooked his leg.
Bang!
With a tremendous crash, Lu Tieling was sent flying sideways and slammed onto the boxing ring by Lu Zheng.
"Continue?"
The moment Lu Zheng finished speaking, Lu Tieling endured the pain, rolled over, and grabbed for Lu Zheng's leg.
"Got guts!"
Even Lu Zheng had to praise him. That hand-blade strike had not been light.
But...
Lu Zheng crossed his legs and stepped back, dodging Lu Tieling's grab. Then he drove forward in a bow stance, his knee slamming into Lu Tieling's abdomen as he was halfway up.
Bang!
Lu Tieling flew off the ground from one side of the ring and landed on the other.
"Holy shit—"
That was the cry from below the ring.
This was a standard six-meter boxing ring. The visual impact was simply too shocking.
Lu Tieling was a little frightened too, but after touching his stomach, it seemed to hurt less than his armpit.
"Don't worry. I used sending force. It sends you flying far, but it doesn't penetrate the body." Lu Zheng waved his hand.
Only then did everyone realize that Lu Zheng had previously said he practiced traditional martial arts. That was fucking awesome!
The grown men stared, dumbfounded.
So handsome! The eyes of the young wives lit up.
Lu Tieling got to his feet, while Lu Zheng still stood there loosely. "Continue?"
"Continue!"
Lu Tieling believed that what Lu Zheng had just used was merely a special method of exerting force. It was powerful, but it could not truly hurt anyone.
Hadn't he watched the Ip Man series?
Didn't that Tai Chi master hold the upper hand at first, only to get flattened in the end because his physique was inferior? So as long as he caught Lu Zheng, he could turn the tables immediately!
Lowering his stance, Lu Tieling once again approached Lu Zheng slowly with small shuffling steps.
This time, he did not bother with his hands at all. He went straight for ground techniques—a tackle and slam! Bang!
With a dazed expression, Lu Tieling was once again knocked to the ground by Lu Zheng with an arm lift and leg frame.
"Continue!"
Bang!
"Continue!"
Bang!
Every time came a new trick, and not one of them was the same.
Lu Tieling struggled to stand again, both legs trembling. It could not be helped—Lu Zheng had kicked his numb points, and they had yet to recover.
And after the hand-blade strike to his right armpit earlier, his left armpit had taken one too, followed by his ribs, shoulder socket, groin...
Every one of them was among the parts of the body least able to endure pain. So although no injuries could even be seen on Lu Tieling's surface, he was actually close to being unable to stand.
"Cont—"
Before Lu Tieling could finish, Lu Zheng had already shot forward like an arrow.
The next moment, Lu Zheng grabbed Lu Tieling by the shoulder with one hand, swept away his center of gravity with one foot, then spun around and lifted him straight into the air, swinging him overhead.
"I—"
Lu Tieling cried out. He only felt weightless all over as he spun one and a half circles through the air, then was flung away.
Bang!
Once again, he crossed half the boxing ring.
Then Lu Tieling collapsed on the ring floor, completely unable to get back up.
Lying flat on his back, the ceiling lights dazzled his eyes. Lu Tieling's gaze was blank and vacant.
Who am I? Where am I?
What just happened?
Below the ring, silence reigned.
Lu Zheng swept his gaze across the group of grown men who had been itching to try earlier, frightening them all into taking a step back.
Lu Zheng lifted the ropes and stepped down from the ring.
Lin Wan handed him a bottle of water, the smile in the corners of her eyes impossible to hide. "Have some water."
"Thanks!"
"Club Manager!"
Someone among the spectators immediately scrambled onto the ring to check on Lu Tieling.
"Big brother, you're amazing!"
"Little brother, you're incredible!"
Naturally, even more people crowded around Lu Zheng, especially the flirtatious young wives who had just been clinging to Lu Tieling.
Lu Zheng was overwhelmed. His hand moved, and when he felt that the sensation was wrong, all he could do was raise both hands over his head and pretend to surrender.
A while later, the noisy club finally quieted down.
Lu Zheng had thought Lu Tieling would sneak away quietly, but instead, he actually recovered and walked over to Lu Zheng. He raised a heavy thumbs-up. "Brother, fucking awesome!"
He was a straightforward man.
"Sit."
Lu Zheng shifted aside and made room for him.
Lu Tieling sat down, then gave Lin Wan a thumbs-up too. "Good eye!"
It carried two meanings. Lin Wan raised her brows and smiled, immensely pleased with herself.
At that moment, a crowd surrounded them. Lin Wan sat beside Lu Zheng, making her claim of ownership exceedingly obvious. The young wives and girls around them watched with red-hot eyes.
At his age, with that strength and that face—he was a treasure boy! What a shame someone had beaten them to the punch! Why were good men always taken? "Brother, what do you practice? Tongbei Boxing and Pigua Palm?" Lu Tieling asked.
"No." Lu Zheng shook his head. "I just practice blindly on my own. I look at a bit of every school and style."
What? He practiced blindly on his own? Lu Tieling shook his head. He did not believe Lu Zheng at all.
But he only said to Xiao Lu at the front desk, "Set Lu Zheng's card to fully free VIP. Everything will be free whenever he comes in from now on."
Then he turned to Lu Zheng. "Brother, I know you don't care much about this stuff, but it's a small token of my appreciation. Come by whenever you have time. The club welcomes experts like you most of all."
"Exactly!"
"Right, right!"
"Welcome, welcome!"
The group of rough men had stars in their eyes. They were the ones who admired the strong the most.
"Alright, thanks." Lu Zheng nodded.
Lu Tieling broke into a smile and nodded to Lu Zheng and Lin Wan. "Then you two carry on. I'm going upstairs for a massage."
"Hiss!"
As he stood, he still could not help sucking in a breath. His whole body hurt.
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