C17 Defeat

It was Wang Zongjun's first time in the world of martial arts to suffer such a huge loss.

"I've underestimated you!" Wang Zongjun said in a low voice, completely devoid of his usual calmness.

"You're not my opponent. Scram for me before you lose face." Zhou Yi shrugged and sneered.

"Hmph, don't be too complacent. Just now, it was just a moment of carelessness. The real battle has just started." Wang Zongjun's face turned ashen.

"A real battle?" Zhou Yi shook his head and laughed, "Do you think you're making a movie? You are not my match, say that again before I hit you hard, get lost."

Wang Zongjun took a deep breath. Although he blocked Zhou Yi's kick, his chest still suffered a strong impact. With a breath of turbid air, his chest felt slightly better.

Hearing Zhou Yi's ridicule, Wang Zongjun was extremely furious. He was once reputed internationally and was just like a soldier king. How could he give in to the arrogance of youth?

But even if he was unwilling, he had indeed lost just now.

Wang Zongjun touched his breastbone. Although the kick from Zhou Yi was very painful, the bone wasn't broken and Wang Zongjun still had the strength to fight back.

However, he did not know that it was Zhou Yi's doing. The reason why Wang Zongjun's breastbone was not broken was because he had held back just now. Otherwise, if he were to strike with his full power that was close to the Innate Stage, Wang Zongjun would not even be able to grasp his breath, so how could he use his palm to block Wang Zongjun's kick.

Although Zhou Yi hated Wang Zongjun, he clearly had some background. If he was beaten to death, trouble would definitely follow afterwards. He still wanted to develop his Yuzhou, so there was no need to cause this kind of trouble. Of course, if he was stubborn, Zhou Yi wouldn't mind breaking his arms and legs.

Zhou Yi had the strongest Tik Tok system, so as long as he was given time, he would definitely become stronger and stronger.

However, Wang Zongjun clearly didn't realize the difference in strength between them.

Zhou Yi saw him charge towards him again.

"Idiot with poor eyesight!" Zhou Yi frowned slightly.

In the next moment, Wang Zongjun had already rushed in front of him and sent out a punch with lightning speed.

Zhou Yi realized that this was his tentative punch and easily deflected it with his left hand. Then, as he expected, Wang Zongjun's left hand reached forward.

Just as Zhou Yi was about to use his right hand to grab his wrist, his eyes suddenly focused as he realized that Wang Zongjun had used his ace in the hole.

It turned out that his attack was only the cover of his killing move. When he saw Zhou Yi block the attacks consecutively, his left foot silently lifted up from Zhou Yi's crotch.

This kick wanted to kick Zhou Yi's lower body. If he was kicked, it would be considered a steel body.

It was a pity that Zhou Yi had discovered his intentions in time. He took two consecutive steps back to avoid Zhou Yi's shady legs.

Wang Zongjun was slightly surprised and didn't expect Zhou Yi's reaction to be so timely. However, his fighting instinct told him that he had the upper hand and was about to use a storm-like attack to beat Zhou Yi until he couldn't regain his balance.

Thus, Wang Zongjun improved along with Zhou Yi. A close-combat style, fighting with fists and kicks, the two of them moved as fast as lightning, dazzling people's eyes. The air around them seemed to explode, and the sound of Peng Peng could be heard.

However, Wang Zongjun's plan failed. He braced himself and engaged Zhou Yi in close combat. He used all of his techniques, but Zhou Yi's defenses were like an iron wall, completely blocking his attacks with ease and dexterity.

"If only I had a weapon."

Seeing Zhou Yi's calm and composed appearance, Wang Zongjun became angrier the more he fought. His attacks became more and more fierce, causing the air to whistle.

However, although his attacks were fierce, his physical strength had been greatly depleted as well. After exchanging dozens of blows, Wang Zongjun's attacks suddenly slowed for a second.

At this moment, Zhou Yi's eyes suddenly focused. He found a gap in Wang Zongjun's attack and grabbed Wang Zongjun's left straight punch with both of his hands.

"This is bad!" Wang Zongjun's expression changed.

He was caught by Zhou Yi and wanted to retreat, but Zhou Yi didn't give him the chance. After grabbing Wang Zongjun's extended fists with both hands, he immediately twisted his body and rammed into his body with his back, bending his upper body at the same time.

Wang Zongjun was turned around and slammed into the ground. His feet, which had been firmly rooted to the street floor, lost their balance, and Zhou Yi grabbed him by the arms. His feet left the ground, and he flew over Zhou Yi's head and fell forward.

Wang Zongjun fell down like a dog eating shit, and his expression was in extreme pain.

Zhou Yi looked at him and smiled, "Now you have to admit defeat!"

"Impossible!" How could I lose! "That's impossible!" Wang Zongjun was so excited that his whole body was trembling. He suddenly turned over from where he had fallen and looked at Zhou Yi with eyes full of disbelief. He was very confident in his fighting techniques, but he had suffered a crushing defeat in front of Zhou Yi, this young man!

"How could I lose to this kid!" Wang Zongjun flew into a rage, a hint of ruthlessness flashing across his eyes. He then quickly stood up from the ground.

Seeing that Ye Zichen still wanted to hit him, Zhou Yi's mouth revealed a hint of disdain.

Seeing Wang Zongjun yell and clenching his fists, Zhou Yi's face did not change, and his hands naturally hung down without any reaction.

Wang Zongjun was even more furious when he saw that Ye Zichen did not even try to put on a show.

"This kid is completely looking down on me!" Wang Zongjun gritted his teeth in hatred. After closing the distance between them, he threw a sharp kick at it.

Unfortunately, after Zhou Yi had been strengthened by the Thunder Forging Body Technique, his body's reflexes had far surpassed that of an ordinary person's. His movements, in Zhou Yi's eyes, were not much faster than a snail's pace.

When Wang Zongjun's leg was sweeping over, Zhou Yi's heart was neither fast nor slow. His left hand extended out like lightning and grabbed Wang Zongjun's ankle.

"I'll teach you a lesson!" Zhou Yi thought and raised Wang Zongjun.

But at this time, Wang Zongjun seemed to have expected this. He saw that his right leg was accurately grabbed, his face was not flustered, his right leg that was propped up on the ground bent down, and then he jumped up, with a backward kick, his right foot kicked towards Zhou Yi's chest.

So it turned out that he had already planned this out.

Unfortunately, no matter how experienced Wang Zongjun's fighting style was, it couldn't escape Zhou Yi's eyes and he immediately reacted.

He turned his body slightly and dodged Wang Zongjun's right leg.

"This is bad!" Seeing that his attack failed, Wang Zongjun's face changed.

At the same time, Zhou Yi grabbed Wang Zongjun's left leg, spun around and threw him towards his four men.

"Too weak!" Zhou Yi shook his head.

When his four lackeys saw this scene, they didn't dare to dodge at all. They braced themselves to receive it, but Wang Zongjun, who weighed more than a hundred Jin, suddenly crossed a distance of more than ten meters. The momentum was so great that it was like a cannonball smashing into their arms.