The two went to the lawn outside, and seeing that a fight was inevitable, Shen Yao glared at her father and said unhappily, "Dad, if Brother Wenzhao injures Xu Cheng, I don't want to see him at home anymore."
Shen Wansan scolded, "If he really wants to pursue my daughter and can't even do this, where will you get the sense of security in the future? We don't lack anything, but you lack a sense of security. I know that, so I need to test his strength. "
Shen Yao: "You don't understand anything. Right now, it's not him who's pursuing me, it's your daughter who's pursuing him."
Shen Wansan's eyes widened. "What?" Then, he stuttered, "You want to pursue him? Who do you think you are? How can you go after a brat like him? "
Shen Yao retorted, "What's wrong with a brat like him? Mom used to be the prettiest girl in school, how did she fall for a poor brat like you? Look at you, so ugly. "
Shen Wansan almost vomited blood. "I … You little brat, how can you talk about your dad like that?"
Shen Yao snorted, "Good thing I don't look like you, or else I wouldn't even be able to get married."
Shen Wansan stared at her. "Am I really your dad or not?"
Shen Yao was too lazy to pay attention to him. She turned around and walked out in a hurry.
– Outside –
Xu Cheng threw his jacket to Ran Jing. His muscular body was quite impressive. After all, he was 1.9 meters tall and had long legs, so the tight vest was indeed very pleasing to the eyes.
The 1.75 meter tall Wen Zhao also took off his jacket and his watch. Then, he came in front of Xu Cheng and stretched his fists and neck as a warm-up.
"Wouldn't it have been better if you had done this from the start? You don't have to go through all that nonsense. If you are so direct, I can indeed give you some pointers. I will teach you what close combat is right now."
Then, his body swayed in front of Xu Cheng, and he lightly kicked Xu Cheng's calf. Normally, when someone got kicked, they would lose their balance and fall to the ground. Wen Zhao's plan was to subdue him and let Xu Cheng know that he had thousands of ways to teach him a lesson.
However, when the arrogant Wen Zhao kicked over, Xu Cheng didn't dodge, but the moment his foot touched Xu Cheng's body, it felt especially hard! Xu Cheng didn't react at all and just stood there, looking at Wen Zhao.
That look seemed to be saying: What are you doing?
Wen Zhao kicked out again, this time from behind Xu Cheng's calf joint. Xu Cheng's leg didn't budge at all, and when Wen Zhao kicked out again, Xu Cheng also kicked back.
In the end, Wen Zhao felt like he kicked a steel plate that was tens of centimeters thick, and the pain in his calf made him immediately pull back his foot. He grimaced in pain and looked at Xu Cheng in shock.
Xu Cheng faintly smiled. "Senior Brother, please give me some pointers on my leg technique."
Wen Zhao narrowed his eyes, and then his right leg swept over. Xu Cheng didn't dodge and directly used his fist to meet his leg. When the fist landed on Wen Zhao's calf, Wen Zhao only felt that it was not a soft fist, but a f * cking steel pipe. Moreover, it felt like a solid steel pipe was ruthlessly flung on his calf.
Wen Zhao's kick was very elegant, but when his entire leg got hit by Xu Cheng's punch, the pain made him jump up and down on one leg. It was as if his foot suddenly stepped on a nail, and he almost hugged his leg and cried out in pain.
After jumping three times, Wen Zhao finally stabilized his footing. He retracted his leg and put it down, but he didn't dare to put his center of gravity on it. It was obvious that Xu Cheng's punch just now made his leg twitch, or else he wouldn't have jumped up in pain.
Wen Zhao looked at Xu Cheng in awe. The strength that Xu Cheng displayed just now was very strong!
Could it be that this guy practiced some kind of Iron Palm or something?
Since that was the case, Wen Zhao could only use his grappling technique. Immediately, he dashed to Xu Cheng's side, reached out, and twisted his wrist. He wanted to use his leg to press against Xu Cheng's waist and then throw him over his shoulder. But who knew that when he was ready to throw Xu Cheng, he realized that he couldn't even lift Xu Cheng up with all of his strength. Wen Zhao's eyes widened. What the hell? Why is his center of gravity so stable?
Xu Cheng stood still and let Wen Zhao throw him. When Wen Zhao pressed his thigh against Xu Cheng's waist, Xu Cheng's waist was also pressing against Wen Zhao's. His 10 times strength was released, and his waist was as firm as a rock. It wasn't something that Wen Zhao could shake off.
Xu Cheng saw that Wen Zhao tried to throw him a few times but couldn't get up, so he snorted and grabbed Wen Zhao's wrist. Then, he used five times the strength, which was equivalent to 500 pounds of force, and directly pulled Wen Zhao, who was less than 160 pounds, away. Then, he swung him up, and in front of Shen Wansan, Shen Yao, and Ran Jing's shocked faces, he forcefully grabbed Wen Zhao's wrist and started swinging him around.
Wen Zhao was dumbfounded, and he only felt that he was being mercilessly pulled over by brute force. That feeling was like a black hole sucking in everything. Then, his feet left the ground and he lost his center of gravity. Then, Wen Zhao realized that he had become a toy, a metal ball with a string attached to it. He kept swinging and spinning, and he didn't know how many times Xu Cheng swung him around. Anyway, when Wen Zhao's head was spinning and he was foaming at the mouth, Xu Cheng's hand suddenly loosened, and he was like a kite with a broken string, flying towards the clouds in the sky.
Shen Wansan had seen people with great strength, but he had never seen a man who could throw a 160-pound man ten meters away like an iron ball. What's more, the person who was thrown was the bodyguard he was so proud of. The bodyguard who always said, "Boss, I'm really strong!" That bodyguard who claimed to be one in a million from the 36 divisions and could take on dozens of people by himself flew into the distance while howling like a mad dog, drawing a beautiful parabola in the sky, accompanied by Wen Zhao's vomit. No one knew if it was coming from his mouth or from his incontinence.
Anyway, it didn't matter anymore. When Shen Wansan looked at Xu Cheng, his eyes were full of shock. Xu Cheng put on his jacket and said to him when he passed by, "Please help me persuade my senior brother, tell him not to take things too hard."
"I'll go see you off." Shen Yao pulled Xu Cheng out with a big smile.
Shen Wansan jogged over to the grass not far away and saw Wen Zhao lying on his back, looking at the sky with his eyes glazed over, and his mouth was still foaming.
"Master? Close guard? Bah! "Shen Wansan couldn't help but mock him. He was extremely disdainful of Wen Zhao.
"Bo … Boss. I … I'm really … really strong! "Wen Zhao said vaguely.
Shen Wansan: "You are so strong that even I'm scared now. What the hell is this? Is this the rare master you were talking about? "
"I'm indeed strong." Wen Zhao spat out a mouthful of white foam. "But … but that bastard is … insanely strong!"
Then, he started vomiting on the ground.
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