"Brother Zhou, forgive my offense!"
The expert lashed out with a flying kick at Zhou Zhen, shouting in a deep voice.
Everyone was utterly astonished.
"It's Liu Feilong! He really made a move."
"I heard the Li Family once tried to bring Lu Ming and Liu Yiyi together, but it did not work out. It seems Liu Feilong still thinks highly of Lu Ming."
"Can he really be Zhou Zhen's match? Zhou Zhen came from a Third-Rate Sect! He practices the first-rate fist art Mountain-Suppressing Fist, with an overwhelming presence!"
As the two Bone Forging Realm experts began fighting, everyone immediately retreated, clearing space for them.
Liu Feilong swung a leg at Zhou Zhen. Zhou Zhen's face darkened.
"Outrageous!"
Lu Ming had already said it beforehand. Everyone had thought Zhou Zhen would avoid the "fatal acupoint" at his left kidney. After all, Lu Ming had just helped Feng Qingzhu undo her acupoint, and everyone had seen that he understood acupoints.
Yet Zhou Zhen not only did not retreat, but advanced instead. He threw a punch, and his aura abruptly changed, transforming from refined elegance into domineering force—as if modest grass and trees had suddenly become a towering, majestic mountain!
Bang!
Fist and leg collided. Liu Feilong gave a muffled grunt, his face flushing red as blood surged through it, and retreated two steps.
Seeing that Zhou Zhen was neither flushed nor short of breath, and that his aura was instead like a rainbow, his sharp gaze bearing down upon him, Liu Feilong frowned and turned to look at Lu Ming.
Lu Ming snorted. "All bluff and bluster! Three moves! As long as Uncle Liu can endure three moves, this old dog will definitely reveal himself."
"Impudent!" Hearing Lu Ming call him an old dog again and again, Zhou Zhen finally