"This kid was strange."
The two exchanged a glance, both sensing that this was troublesome.
"Hehe, Brother Lin, you let me win!"
At that moment, Wang Teng smiled faintly and spoke.
"You..." Hearing this, Lin Taichu was nearly exploding with rage. Gritting his teeth, he said, "You really are strong!"
As he spoke, he bent his legs and lunged forward like a python, incomparably swift. His fingers curled into claws and tore toward Wang Teng's throat with a shriek of wind.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
The claw strike was too fast for the naked eye to follow. It seemed to leave dozens of afterimages and arrived before him in the blink of an eye.
Wang Teng raised an eyebrow slightly but did not dodge.
He had already seen through Lin Taichu's movements. He sprang off his right leg, his body spinning like a top, then swept a kick across Lin Taichu's knee.
Lin Taichu was kicked to his knees, his kneecap shattered and blood pouring out.
Everyone in the square sucked in a breath of cold air.
That was simply too fierce.
Normally, Martial Disciples relied on martial techniques to defeat their opponents. Yet Wang Teng seemed to have made perfect use of the advantages of the Martial Disciple realm.
Lin Taichu had no chance of getting close to him at all.
Lin Taichu clutched his knee and rose to his feet, his eyes bloodshot and filled with fury.
"Brother Lin, do you think you won?" Wang Teng asked with a faint smile.
"Of course not!"
Lin Taichu roared, his eyes crimson and his entire face twisted.
"Since you admit defeat, I have nothing more to say. From now on, you'll train under me."
Just like that, Lin Taichu joined the Martial Arts Club in an extremely humiliating manner.
However, although