"Bang!"
The rosewood chair at the head of the table was cut in half like a piece of tofu and fell to the ground. A mark of seven or eight meters long appeared on the marble floor.
All eyes were focused on the broken chair and the scratches on the floor. There was no sound.
Many disciples of the Martial Arts Club were dumbfounded. Seven or eight meters in the air, using Qi as a sword to cut the chair in half. Was this the skill of a god?
Peng Hong didn't know whether he was excited or shocked. The burly man was like a little girl at this moment. His whole body trembled slightly, and his eyes were dull.
The rosewood chair was very sturdy. Even if an ordinary person held a machete and used all his strength, he would only be able to leave a deep mark on the chair. Even if he gathered all his strength and punched the chair, he would be able to smash it, but he would have to be close to it. He had never seen someone who could catch the wind and use it as a machete from seven to eight meters away. Even his master couldn't do it.
Kang Youming and Qin Siliang's faces turned incomparably pale. If Zhuo Bufan had used the Wind Catcher as a blade just now, their heads would have been separated from their bodies.
Qin Siliang frowned. Although he was shocked, he didn't know martial arts and didn't know what it meant. He thought it could be done with a gun.
Only Kang Youming's heart was surging, and he couldn't calm down for a long time. Turning Strength out of the body, a master! Just like those big shots on the Black Level List, he was all-powerful. He wanted to slap himself. Even if all the people in the Martial Arts Club joined forces, they wouldn't be able to kill Zhuo Bufan.
"Youming …" Kang Youming's wife had already turned pale. Her delicate body trembled slightly, and she pulled her husband's sleeves. She had been with Kang Youming for many years, and she knew how terrible this kind of person was. How could Ning 'er provoke such a strong person?
Kang Ning's eyes were red, and the blue veins on his neck were almost bursting out. He looked at Zhuo Bufan in horror. Punching the Ghost Mastiff with one finger and using wind as a knife to cut the wooden chair from seven or eight meters away. He knew very well that even his grandfather couldn't do it, let alone his father. He had provoked a terrible enemy.
Yuan Aoqing, who had been standing behind him in a daze for a long time, finally came back to his senses. He pointed at Zhuo Bufan and shouted, "You … How are you so powerful … Have you been pretending to be weak all this time?"
She finally understood what Zhuo Bufan had said in the medicine shop, "In your eyes, the Kang family is a giant, but to me, they are just an ant." So this was her real strength.
Zhuo Bufan retracted her finger. "Now, do you think you can beat me if you attack me together?"
Everyone was silent. A seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy had suppressed everyone in the dojo, including famous martial artists like Kang Youming. If this news got out, no one would believe it.
Housekeeper Liu, who was still sitting in the chair, was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth at the moment. Gathering True Qi and turning it into a sword, he was at least an expert at the supreme power level. He never thought that Zhuo Bufan had already stepped into the threshold of the supreme power level. No wonder he was so arrogant.
Before he came here, he had said, "Humble bamboo bows its head and leaves, proud plum blossoms have no face." Did a master of the Master Stage need to bow his head?
Thinking of what he had just said, Housekeeper Liu's face suddenly turned red. He was so embarrassed that he wanted to find a crack on the ground and hide in it.
Only Chu Xin, under her long eyelashes, looked at Zhuo Bufan with a pair of bright eyes with feminine tenderness. Although she was shocked that Zhuo Bufan could be so powerful at such a young age, she stared at him more curiously. She had a very vague but real feeling. She always felt that she had seen Zhuo Bufan somewhere, as if she had known him for a long time.
But the more she thought about it, the more she felt a headache. She could not remember it, and her delicate eyebrows were tightly knitted together.
"Senior, your martial arts have stepped into the Transforming Strength stage, and you are so young. Your future is limitless. We were too impulsive just now." Kang Youming bowed his head, cupped his hands, and sighed.
In the martial arts world, martial arts were respected. There was no distinction of age. Whoever had the highest martial arts would be the senior.
Zhuo Bufan touched his nose and said, "But your son made a mistake first. Not only did you not teach him a good lesson, but you also want me to apologize to you. What do you think I should do?"
"Well …" Kang Youming gritted his teeth and said, "My son was rude. I apologize to you on his behalf, and I will compensate you with one million as a token of my appreciation. What do you think?"
If one million was placed in front of an ordinary college student, he would probably be so excited that he would agree immediately. But with Zhuo Bufan's strength, it was easy for him to get the money. Not to mention that he had tens of millions of savings in his bank account. In the future, when Ye Xuan's company started to operate, he would have an annual income of more than a billion, and it would not be a problem for him to become the richest man in Zhe Province on Forbes.
"One million for a beggar?" Zhuo Bufan frowned.
Kang Youming naturally understood that a grandmaster martial artist was enough to make those rich and powerful families scramble for him. This amount of money was indeed nothing. But his martial arts club's annual income was only a few million, which could not be compared with those consortiums.
Kang Youming's wife suddenly exploded and said, "One million is already very good. Don't think that you are great. My father-in-law is a famous figure in the martial arts world. He is famous on the Huang Ranking List, and my father-in-law also knows many martial arts masters. If you don't know what's good for you …"
"Pa!" Before she finished her words, Kang Youming turned around and slapped her hard in the face. The slap was crisp and loud. "Shut up. Do you have the right to speak here?"
Kang Youming's lungs were about to explode from anger. This woman simply did not understand the power of a martial artist who could step into the Xuan List. If he really provoked Zhuo Bufan, the whole Kang family would be in danger of being overturned. Although his father was an expert ranked at the top of the Earth List, asking someone to help him would cost him a favor, which could not be bought back. Moreover, who would want to go against a grandmaster?
Zhuo Bufan did not pay attention to this kind of woman. She shook her head and said, "I don't want the money, but I still have to break Kang Ning's leg again. It will help my son, Zhang, learn his lesson."
"What? You still want to break my son's leg? "Kang Youming's wife covered her red and swollen Yan Lie with tears in her eyes.
Even Kang Youming frowned. No matter how much of a bastard Kang Ning was, he was, after all, his own flesh and blood. Moreover, breaking Kang Ning's leg in front of so many people was equivalent to directly slapping the Kang family in the face.
Qin Siliang suddenly said, "Zhuo Bufan, your martial arts are good, but aren't you afraid of bullets and guns? Why don't we write it off? "
As soon as he said this, Kang Youming's mind flashed with light. Although a Transforming Strength Grandmaster was powerful, he was still a mortal after all. Even if he had external martial arts and black true essence, he could not resist firearms such as Gatling guns and armor-piercing bullets. After all, he had been addicted to martial arts for too long and had forgotten that this was a modern society with firearms.
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