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Ye Zheng looked calm on the surface, but he was laughing inside.

This kind of "martial arts master"

He knew all about it: the master only played theory and metaphysics, and then he spent money on two retired wrestlers and wrestlers to deal with the reckless kickers.

"Master, I'll deal with him."

Sure enough, one of Master Zhang's disciples walked out. Although he was not handsome, he was confident.

"Be careful, sage."

Master Zhang said to the disciple.

"You're Cheng Wu?"

Ye Zheng laughed.

He discovered that this was the "Primordius Fist".

The eldest disciple, surprisingly, was a very ordinary 80 kgs scatterer on a combat program hosted by a television station a few years ago.

It was unknown when this brother had turned into the "Primordius Fist".

Disciple is here … A trace of awkwardness flashed across Cheng Wu's face, but he immediately recovered his strong and robust expression and stared fiercely at Ye Zheng.

He had taken off his long training clothes and was only wearing long pants. His upper body was bare, and his abdomen was slightly bloated. However, his shoulders, chest, and arms were still muscular.

"Are you worthy of the coaches and teammates who fought with you on the team back then?"

Ye Zheng asked.

Cheng Wu roared. He used his left foot as a stepping stone and his right leg as a side kick. This was a classic scattered attack.

Ye Zheng dodged lightly and smirked: "Don't you need the godly skill that Master sent you?"

Cheng Wu's right fist probed as his left leg viciously kicked Ye Zheng's head.

Ye Zheng stepped back and dodged, but he didn't counterattack.

In fact, as long as Ye Zheng made up his mind, there were at least three or four ways to injure Cheng Wu in these two exchanges. Ye Zheng deliberately let him go just to have fun.

"Senior Brother, use the power of our Primordius Fist and teach this arrogant kid a lesson!"

"This kid only knows how to run. His skill isn't even 10% of his master's."

"Pah pah, what ten percent, it's clearly one percent!"

Master Zhang's disciples cheered and boasted loudly.

Master Zhang's face revealed a proud expression as he looked at the 'eldest disciple'.

Deal with the Kickers.

"Alright, it's my turn to counterattack!"

Ye Zheng revealed an enigmatic smile.

Cheng Wu's kick missed. Ye Zheng suddenly rubbed his body and hit him with his shoulder. Cheng Wu staggered far away and leaned against the wall.

Ye Zheng let out a "hu".

The punch grazed his opponent's ear and landed on the wall behind him. Sawdust flew everywhere, and a large piece of the decorative panel fell to the ground.

"Mother!"

Seeing Ye Zheng's fist as powerful as it was, Cheng Wu was shocked and desperately tried to escape from the circle.

Ye Zheng purposely lowered his aim when he used his fists and kicks. He brushed past Cheng Wu's skin, and each of his attacks seemed to have the power to kill a person on the spot.

"Elder Senior-apprentice Brother is giving this kid a few moves, he's going to fight back soon!"

One of the spectating disciples was still stubborn, but the others were so scared that their faces were ashen.

Master Zhang's face was ashen, and his body was trembling slightly. How could Ye Zheng be any 'amateur hitman'?

"Even a professional boxer wouldn't have such destructive power and pressure …" "Bang!"

Ye Zheng swept his leg and brushed past Cheng Wu's hair.

Cheng Wu knelt down, held his head and shouted: "I'm not fighting anymore! I'm not fighting anymore! "

"I didn't even get one punch, how can I not hit?"

Ye Zheng purposely showed an innocent expression.

"I admit defeat!"

Cheng Wu laid on the ground with a sullen face.

"Since we did not manage to land an effective hit, let's call it a draw."

Ye Zheng said considerately.

Cheng Wu looked up at Ye Zheng, his face revealing shame, fear, anger, and despair.

He suddenly gritted his teeth and stood up. Without wearing any clothes, he ran out of the dojo in a fit of hysteria.

"Little Cheng!" Sigh! "Little Cheng!"

Master Zhang's heart was burning, but he could do nothing about it.

The disciples were completely silent when they saw Ye Zheng's godly might.

Ye Zheng turned around to look at Master Zhang, smiled and said, "Master, since your eldest disciple doesn't want to fight, then, I am qualified to ask for your advice, am I not?"

"This... "This …"

Master Zhang was tongue-tied.

He looked at the disciples, and wherever he looked, the disciples would lower their heads in fear.

Yi Shijiu already knew that Ye Zheng's martial arts skills were strong, but with Master Zhang, they were mysterious.

Compared to his martial arts, Ye Zheng's martial arts skills were more shallow.

Who would have thought that Ye Zheng would be so relaxed and become a "master"?

There was no way out.

Could it be that Master Zhang was really faking it?

"If you don't want to punch and kick, then let's start with hitting and let me experience your power."

Ye Zheng extended his hands towards Master Zhang.

Master Zhang's eyes lit up. He regained his composure and also stretched out his arms to join Ye Zheng.

"One hundred thousand!"

Master Zhang whispered into Ye Zheng's ear. He wanted to bribe this young man.

As far as he was concerned, coming to challenge a restaurant for no reason was nothing more than asking for money.

It was just two words.

Ye Zheng was full of smiles and did not answer.

"Two hundred thousand!"

Master Zhang raised the price.

Ye Zheng remained indifferent.

"Three hundred thousand …"

Master Zhang's voice was trembling. Thinking of piles of brand-new bills that were about to flow into the young man's pocket, his heart ached.

Ye Zheng smiled and shook his head.

"Hey!"

In a moment of desperation, Master Zhang suddenly made a move, "Two Dragons, One Pearl".

Ye Zichen poked Ye Zheng's eyes with two fingers.

This surprised Ye Zheng a little: a 'master' who was forced into a corner.

So he was actually an expert of the unlimited Fighting Techniques?

How could a speculative sneak attack make up for the disparity in absolute strength?

Wu steel slightly lowered his head, Master Zhang's two fingers poked his forehead, "Kacha."

Two sounds, almost a fracture.

The Master let out a miserable cry.

Immediately after, Master Zhang's arm was grabbed by Ye Zheng, and his whole body was thrown into the air, smashing heavily onto the ground.

Master Zhang's eyes were dazzled. He could only hear the whistling sound of the wind in his ears. He felt that he was definitely going to be smashed into a pile of mud. Only he could hear his "parents".

The word rang in his throat.

However, Master Zhang's feet landed on the floor first.

Ye Zheng gently put him on the wooden floor and sneered: "Thanks."

Master Zhang understood that he had walked through the gates of hell and returned safely.

His nerves relaxed and his urine sprayed out uncontrollably, wetting a large area of his pants.

Ye Zheng patted his shoulder, pointed at Yi Shijiu behind him and said, "Return the tuition to him."

Master Zhang nodded his head mechanically before he came back to his senses.

Yi Shijiu and Ye Zheng walked on the commercial street.

Yi Shijiu asked excitedly: "How do you know this Zhang guy is a swindler?"

"Something that is mysterious to the extreme is bound to be deceptive."

Ye Zheng answered.

Ye Zheng thought to himself: "Gao Xiaowen, this' Snow Beauty '."

In Ye Zheng's eyes, his entire body was filled with mystery.

'Is she real? '

"Fake!"

"What?"