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In the middle of the crowd stood a young man in his early thirties. His skin was dark and his muscles were twisted. Each muscle was as if it had been meticulously crafted by a skilled craftsman, full of explosive power. There was a biscuit tin beside the man's feet. Inside the box, there were some broken bills. In his hand, he held a wooden board — — Tweet.

The rules of the game were written below.

The rules were simple. Whoever pushed his feet off the ground would win, and all the money in the box would go to the winner.

The onlookers broke out into a flurry of discussion, and quite a few were eager to give it a try.

"Brother, you said last time that you knew martial arts. You can fight a hundred. How about you try it? If you lose, it's mine. If you win, then treat me to a meal later." She didn't dare to go up and dupe Jiang Li.

"Not going." Jiang Li refused with a smile.

It didn't matter if the other party really had the skills or if the other party had set up a trap in his shoes to shamelessly show off his skills, it was most likely a matter of life and death.

"Bro, don't just stand there and not admit your loss."

At this moment, a fat man who weighed more than 300 jin walked out from the crowd. His entire body was like a mountain of flesh and he looked very frightening.

"My god, he's so fat." Xue Yan was timid and quickly hid behind Jiang Li.

The young man said nonchalantly, "Of course it's true. As long as you follow the rules, I'm willing to admit defeat."

Fatty glanced at the rules of the game, took out a bill worth a hundred yuan and threw it into the box. He said, "One hundred yuan, no need to look for it. Can we start now?"

The young man nodded and took a horse stance.

Jiang Li raised an eyebrow when he saw this. This posture seemed to be …

"Hah!"

Fatty shouted and used his bare hands to push forward!

Almost everyone thought that the young man would be overthrown, but they never expected that. The young man was like a hundred year old pine tree, his body unmoving!

"Wow, he really didn't move!"

"Awesome!"

The surrounding crowd cheered.

"I'll go?" Fatty was dumbfounded. "That powerful?"

The young man smiled and said, "It's just a small trick, thanks for letting me win."

"Let's do it again. I wasn't ready just now." Fatty took out another 100 yuan and rolled up his sleeves. In the end, he even spat out two mouthfuls of saliva from his palm. "Pah, pah …" I'm coming! "Receive my attack!"

"Ayaya!"

The two sides made contact once again.

The same action, the same result.

"I've lost." The fat guy was open-minded and laughed, "Bro, you're really something. I'm convinced. Can you tell me what kind of skill this is? "

"My martial arts name is Ding …" Before the young man could finish his words, a group of people walked over and roughly pushed away the bystanders.

The leader was an old man wearing a black dragon-shaped training uniform. His eyebrows were white, his temples were puffed up, and his eyes were sunken in. His pupils were like an eagle's, making people not dare to look straight at him.

The young man's expression changed as he asked, "What are you trying to do now?"

The old man held two iron galls in his hands and kept rotating. His voice was hoarse as he said, "I should be the one asking you this question. Don't tell me you have forgotten what I've told you before."

The young man gritted his teeth and said, "I haven't forgotten. It's just that my father is hospitalized and needs medical fees. I was forced to go out to sell my skills, so can you leave us a path to survival?"

The old man's face was expressionless. After a long while, he said, "Fine, I'll give you another day. If I see you in Jiang Ling tomorrow, I'll destroy your two Soul-Fixation Needles."

The young man angrily said: "Hong Wei Wu, you have gone too far. We have already admitted defeat, why are you still holding on to him? I just want to wait for my father to recover before bringing him back to his hometown."