Weakness
"Who's the martial artist fighting with Zhou Jianming? Shouldn't it be Ning Yue fighting Zhou Jianming … "
On the third floor of the Tianyuan Tower, Ren Xiangtian watched the martial artist fighting with Zhou Jianming from the window.
"Feng Zi, early Primal Core stage. He's not weak."
The First Prince said in a low voice after Ren Xiangtian's words.
The First Prince would never forget the scene of his battle with Feng Zi in Wutuo City.
At that time, Feng Zi had inexplicably broken his Wind Chasing Palm. He had always been brooding over it and wanted to spar with Feng Zi again.
If this wasn't the Tianyuan Tower, he would have gone to spar with Feng Zi long ago.
"First Prince, you know him?" Ren Xiangtian said hesitantly, "Feng Zi and Zhou Jianming, who's stronger and who's weaker?"
"Although Feng Zi is very strong, Zhou Jianming is one of the top ten geniuses in the capital. Feng Zi is definitely not his match." The First Prince said indifferently, "If I'm not wrong, Zhou Jianming will defeat Feng Zi in the next move."
Swish!
At this moment, Zhou Jianming rose from the ground in front of the main entrance of the Tianyuan Tower and charged at Feng Zi at an astonishing speed.
Zhou Jianming didn't want to waste time and decided to take the initiative in his second move.
In his view, Feng Zi was only an early Primal Core stage martial artist. As long as he used his full strength, Feng Zi would definitely not be able to withstand it.
Therefore, he displayed the aura of a peak Primal Core stage martial artist and frantically pressed towards Feng Zi.
"Damn it!"
Cursing inwardly, Feng Zi forcefully endured the pain from his wrist and quickly retreated.
As he retreated, Feng Zi poured Yuan Qi into his fist, wanting to fight Zhou Jianming head on.
"Don't fight him head on. Only by keeping some distance will you have a chance of winning."
Suddenly, Ning Yue's voice sounded in Feng Zi's ear, causing him to be slightly taken aback.
"Haha, it's not good to be distracted while fighting with me."
However, while Feng Zi was still in a daze, the corners of Zhou Jianming's mouth curled up and he said with a smile, "You've lost in the second move … hmm?"
Before Zhou Jianming finished, his eyebrows twitched as he revealed an expression of disbelief.
Because he realized that Feng Zi's speed had instantly skyrocketed, and he was actually not slower than him!
In other words, even if he chased with all his might, it would be very difficult for him to catch up to Feng Zi in a short period of time.
"Do you only know how to dodge?!"
Zhou Jianming said coldly, "Since that's the case, I'll let you know my power!"
Zhou Jianming was very angry. He only wanted to defeat Feng Zi and then fight with Ning Yue.
Who would have thought that Feng Zi's speed was so fast, giving him a headache.
Therefore, he made up his mind to teach Feng Zi a lesson no matter what. Only then would he be able to resolve the hatred in his heart.
"Fengzi, attack Zhou Jianming's right hand with all your might. That's his weakness."
Ning Yue's voice once again sounded out by Feng Zi's ear. "His right hand was once injured, and it still hasn't recovered. As long as you attack his right hand with all your strength, not to mention three moves, even thirty moves with him can be easily accomplished."
Hearing Ning Yue's words, Feng Zi instantly stopped.
The next moment, he threw a backhand punch directly at Zhou Jianming's right hand.
"What?!"
Initially, Zhou Jianming was very happy to see Feng Zi stop in his tracks and fight with him.
However, when he saw Feng Zi attack his right hand, his expression changed drastically.
In the process of going out to hunt demonic beasts, his right hand suffered a heavy injury and was almost broken.
If not for the black market paying a huge price to protect his right hand, his strength would have been reduced by at least several times.
Even so, his strength had not recovered to its peak state!
"How on earth did he know that my right hand was injured?" Zhou Jianming was very puzzled. How did Feng Zi know that his right hand was injured?
One must know that even in the capital, other than a few higher-ups in the black market, very few people knew that his right hand was injured.
"Haha, it's not good to be distracted when fighting with me."
Feng Zi smiled slightly and returned the same words to Zhou Jianming.
"Humph! Do you think you're my match just like that? Too naive! "
With a cold snort, Zhou Jianming and Feng Zi started fighting.
As Feng Zi's every attack was aimed at Zhou Jianming's right hand, Zhou Jianming did not gain the upper hand for a while. Both parties were evenly matched.
"Feng Zi's strength... seems to have become much stronger all of a sudden."
On the third floor of Tianyuan Building, Ren Xiangtian had been paying attention to the fight between Feng Zi and Zhou Jianming.
Feng Zi went from being at a disadvantage to being able to contend with Zhou Jianming in just a minute.
How on earth did Feng Zi achieve a counterattack in a minute's time?
"It's not that Feng Zi's strength became stronger, but he found Zhou Jianming's weakness!" The eldest prince said with a gloomy expression.
As the eldest prince of the Great Xia Kingdom, his intelligence network was very powerful.
In the capital, there were only a handful of people who knew about Zhou Jianming's injury, and he was one of them.
"What weakness does Zhou Jianming have?" At this time, Zhang Tianwen, who had been silent all along, asked in confusion, "He's the black market's number one young master, the most advantageous contender for the next black market master. How could he have a fatal weakness?"
"Everyone has a weakness, it's just that outsiders don't know about it."
The eldest prince looked meaningfully at Zhang Tianwen and said, "I won't tell you Zhou Jianming's weakness. If you want to know, you can fight him yourself and test him."
Being stared at by the eldest prince, Zhang Tianwen's heart tensed up, and he vaguely felt that something was wrong.
'Could it be that the eldest prince knows about my weakness too?'
With that thought in mind, Zhang Tianwen said without batting an eyelid, "I'll fight Zhou Jianming sooner or later, but not now because I don't want to take advantage of him."
"Hehe, you're speaking as if you're Zhou Jianming's opponent." Ren Xiangtian curled his lips and laughed. "Zhou Jianming is the black market's number one young master. You can only last tens of moves against him at most."
"Ren Xiangtian, do you want to have a spar with me?!"
Zhang Tianwen was furious and said coldly, "Let me see how powerful the Alchemy Union's peerless genius is."
"Do you think I'm afraid of you?!" Ren Xiangtian did not flinch and responded coldly as well.
"Ah!"
Suddenly, a scream rang out from the entrance of Tianyuan Tower, causing the passersby to stop in their tracks.
"Isn't that Ning Yue? What is he doing in front of Tianyuan Tower? Why isn't he going in? "
"Maybe he's waiting for someone."
"Waiting for someone? Hehe, didn't you see that the warrior next to Ning Yue is fighting with the peak Primal Core warrior? "
"What peak Primal Core warrior? He's the black market's number one young master, Zhou Jianming."
"The black market's number one young master? He looks like he's in pain, and his right hand seems to be injured. "
The passersby turned their attention to the main entrance of Tianyuan Tower, or more accurately, to Zhou Jianming.
At this moment, Zhou Jianming was obviously in great pain.
He was squatting on the ground, his left hand clutching his right wrist. Even his forehead was covered in beads of sweat.
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