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Splash!

The trainees on Du Feng's side exchanged looks, and the air in the hall seemed to freeze.

Wang Jinquan's usually fleshy face had tightened into something as hard as iron.

He was clearly truly enraged. Once they started, this would definitely not be a spar where they stopped at the right point.

That fighting skill which let him run rampant among amateurs, along with the Falcon Strike Technique he had only just begun to grasp, would probably be used without mercy.

Once he got serious...

This newcomer named Zhou Kai would be lucky to merely lose a layer of skin. More likely, his muscles and bones would be damaged badly enough to keep him bedridden for two or three months.

Du Feng watched the tense standoff between the two. His lips moved a few times, but he could not force out a single word.

The shame burning inside him made his cheeks heat up.

In terms of courage alone, he was actually inferior to someone who had only been training in martial arts for a week.

He gritted his teeth and cursed himself bloody in his heart.

A few seconds later, as if suddenly waking up, he whipped out his phone and rapidly typed out a message to Chen Ping.

"Senior Brother, the kid you had your eye on is fighting Wang Jinquan!"

Ma Yifan stood behind Zhou Kai, his eyes reddening. "Zhou Kai, how about we forget it?"

"A garbage martial arts hall like this isn't worth coming to!"

In his eyes, Zhou Kai had stood up for him, which was why Wang Jinquan, that mad dog, had targeted him.

Besides moving him, this also made him disgusted to the extreme by the filthy atmosphere at Falcon Wing Martial Arts Hall.

"Let's go somewhere else!"

"Zhou Kai, Brother Kai, trust me... I'll compensate you triple your tuition. From now on, I'll cover all your martial arts training expenses!"

Hearing that, Zhou Kai shot Ma Yifan a somewhat surprised glance.

Well, damn. My... son is right beside me?

Though this matter had been give-and-take, and helping Ma Yifan was also repaying a favor, Little Ma saying those words still made Zhou Kai feel that wading into this mess had not been in vain.

"It's fine. I appreciate the thought. I'll play with him first."

Zhou Kai gave Ma Yifan a reassuring look.

Ma Yifan froze for a moment, then nodded as if possessed.

Just like when he had asked Zhou Kai for help last time, Zhou Kai always spoke with a steady calm that made people unable to help but believe him.

At that moment.

Zhou Kai had already stepped forward. He casually walked past Wang Jinquan and stopped five meters away.

He casually rolled his neck and loosened his shoulders, producing several faint cracks.

Then, expressionless, he looked at Wang Jinquan and said, "I heard you've been here for at least two months."

"I'm curious. When Coach Chen was around, why didn't you act so cocky? Was it... because you didn't want to? Or because... you didn't dare?"

"Of course, I'm even more curious how much skill trash like you managed to learn in two months."

Zhou Kai spoke unhurriedly, but every word that entered Wang Jinquan's ears felt like mockery of his nine centimeters.

"You little bastard, I'm going to rip that mouth of yours apart today!"

Whoosh!

Wang Jinquan was completely enraged. A blast of scorching white air burst from his nostrils as he charged at Zhou Kai like an enraged bull.

The thick muscles all over his body bulged beneath his loose trainee uniform, radiating oppression.

Anyone with eyes could see that he and Zhou Kai were on completely different levels in terms of strength.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Jinquan had charged right up to him, leaving Zhou Kai no time to react.

He threw a high roundhouse kick. His heel was taut and straight, and combined with his short, thick leg, it resembled a battle axe as it chopped toward Zhou Kai's chest with a shriek that tore through the air.

"Fuck, if that lands, won't it kill someone?"

"Someone call Coach Chen already!"

Wang Jinquan had opened with a killing move, frightening the watching trainees pale.

But before they could pull out their phones—

"Look!"

A cry of alarm drew everyone's attention back.

Boom!

Wang Jinquan's roundhouse kick, carrying the force of wind and thunder, sliced through empty air.

Zhou Kai merely shook his head.

"You... are too slow."

The scenes of sparring with Chen Ping still flashed vividly through his mind.

Compared to Chen Ping's swift, powerful attacks, Wang Jinquan before him was practically triggering his Bullet Time.

Zhou Kai's reaction speed and mobility had long been forcibly raised through training to a level where he could keep up with Chen Ping's pace.

Now, facing Wang Jinquan again.

Only two thoughts remained in his mind.

"Slow, and full of openings!"

"With this pathetic three-legged-cat skill, did you spend those two months eating shit?"

Zhou Kai sneered. He drove power through his waist and abdomen, twisted his body, and swung his arm in one fluid motion.

Bang!

A heavy left hook tore through the air resistance and smashed solidly into Wang Jinquan's face.

Blood instantly burst from Wang Jinquan's mouth, and the dull sound of flesh being struck shattered every trace of concern, pity, or mockery in the onlookers' hearts.

Was that an illusion?

Senior Brother Wang had not only missed with one move, but had been punched in return by this newcomer?

"A sneak attack... No! It wasn't!"

"In pure fighting technique, Zhou Kai doesn't lose to Wang Jinquan at all!"

Du Feng excitedly clenched his fist and punched the air. His face was flushed red with excitement.

"And Zhou Kai is way faster than him!"

"So what if you're built like a bullfrog? You can't fucking hit him!"

Thud, thud, thud.

Wang Jinquan's body suddenly lurched, and he staggered back three large steps.

That punch had landed squarely on his face, leaving stars in his vision and turning his legs weak.

"Ptooey!"

He barely managed to steady himself before spitting out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

The bloody spit landed on the ground, mixed with half a broken molar.

Wang Jinquan's humiliation and rage instantly reached their peak, and he gradually began to lose his reason.

He had actually... been knocked a tooth loose by a newcomer?

"Damn it, you deserve to die! I'm going to kill you!"

His eyes were bloodshot, one side of his face swollen high from the blow. Like a crazed beast, he charged at Zhou Kai again without regard for anything else.

Today, he would tear this brat's bones apart one by one!

His five fingers clenched into fists, and blood from his face smeared across his knuckles, adding a few more shades of savagery.

Boom! Boom!

Hooks, straight punches!

"If you've got the guts, don't dodge!"

The muscles in Wang Jinquan's thick arms exploded with force as two heavy punches, like cannonballs, blasted toward Zhou Kai one after the other.

But under the effects of Clear-Headed.

Zhou Kai moved as lightly as though dancing. With only several tiny retreats and sidesteps, he neutralized all of Wang Jinquan's supposedly certain attacks.

The first charge was fierce, the second weakened, and the third was exhausted.

After Wang Jinquan's three consecutive fierce attacks all missed, his movements visibly slowed and his breathing grew heavy.

At that moment, Zhou Kai's eyes sharpened.

What a huge opening!

Now!

Zhou Kai closed in like a phantom.

His shoulder became a battering ram as it slammed toward Wang Jinquan's face.

Bang!

Wang Jinquan was caught in the instant when his old strength had been spent and his new strength had yet to arise. It was too late to dodge and impossible to defend.

Zhou Kai's strength far exceeded his imagination.

When that shoulder crashed into his face, Wang Jinquan felt as though he had been struck by an incredible stroke of bad luck.

The world spun, and his vision went black.

When he dazedly came back to himself, all he could see through his reddened vision was the soft rubber floor.

"Fuck! Yang Jing, why aren't you killing him for me yet?!"

Unwilling to accept it, Wang Jinquan gritted his teeth and viciously punched the floor before abruptly flipping over and scrambling to his feet.

His face was covered in blood, and he looked utterly miserable as he shouted himself hoarse.

Yet Yang Jing, Chi Wen, and the other lackeys hesitated, looking at one another.

Gang up on Zhou Kai?

Kicking this iron plate would hurt their feet.

"I didn't want to use the Falcon Strike Technique... You fucking forced me to!"

"Yang Jing, what are you standing around for? Hold him down! I'm slaughtering this brat today!"

Wang Jinquan staggered toward Zhou Kai, yet the stance he assumed carried an indescribable awkwardness.

The strange aura around him made Zhou Kai smell danger.

An enraged man preparing to use ancient martial arts, with several fairly capable helpers at his side.

If this group attacked together... it seemed his remaining seven experience points could not be saved.

Level three was a qualitative transformation for any skill.

As long as he raised Comprehensive Combat by one more level, dealing with a situation like this should not be a problem.

But just as Zhou Kai's attention shifted to the panel.

A slender yet incomparably dependable figure stepped in front of him.

Smack!

Chen Ping appeared at some point. With a backhanded slap, he struck Wang Jinquan's face cleanly and decisively. The tremendous force sent him flying backward with both feet off the ground, and he hit the floor and rolled several times.

"You disgraceful thing!"

In an instant, the entire place fell deathly silent. Even the sound of people swallowing their saliva could be heard clearly.

Senior Brother Chen... was truly enraged this time.