"Mr. Sun Wuben!" Mark patted his huge chest muscles, clenched his fists, and made a gesture to show the strength of his biceps. "Did you see that? My muscles are real, unlike your magic trick. I believe that no matter what kind of magic trick it is, it will be smashed into pieces when it meets a real gun."
Sun Wuben stood loosely, hooked his finger at Mark, and said lazily, "Let's start!"
"Very good!"
Mark was excited. Just when Sun Wuben thought he would make a move, he saw him like a boxer greeting the media and audience before a match. He raised his fists and turned his body to show off his power. After he finished the whole movement, he crossed his arms and looked at Sun Wuben.
"Well, I'm ready. Are you ready for your magic trick? Don't worry, you can prepare as much as you want. I can wait. Anyway, I believe that no matter how good your magic trick is, it will be smashed by my real strength."
Sun Wuben was speechless. "This is not a magic trick."
"I know you won't admit it, but that's not the point. The point is whether you are ready or not. Don't say you are not ready when you lose."
"I don't need to prepare … Well, I'm ready. I'm just waiting for you." Sun Wuben said lazily. Facing Mark, he felt like facing Satan in Dragon Ball.
"Very good!"
Mark stepped in the boxing steps, jumped in front of Sun Wuben, and then threw a straight punch at Sun Wuben.
One finger.
Sun Wuben moved his hand and stretched out a finger in front of him.
Mark's straight punch hit the fingertip and suddenly stopped. Mark's punch was only three-quarters of the way. The rest of the distance was completely blocked by the finger, and he couldn't move an inch. Mark's eyes were like light bulbs, and then he took back his fist and threw another punch.
It was still the same hand, but Sun Wuben didn't use his finger this time. Instead, he opened his palm and caught Mark's fist in his palm.
"Ah!"
Mark suddenly let out an earth-shattering scream.
"What happened?"
"Senior Brother Ma Ke's fist was caught by him, but he didn't have to scream like that. Could it be that Mr. Sun Wuben's grip was too strong, causing Senior Brother Ma Ke's fist to hurt?"
…
Sun Wuben loosened his grip. Mark pulled back his fist and took three steps back. He shook his fist and cried out in pain. After a while, he put down his fist and looked at Sun Wuben with a frightened face.
"As expected!" Mark opened his mouth like a hippopotamus and shouted, "It really is a trick. What kind of hidden weapon are you hiding in your palm? So hateful, it hurts so much! "
"I don't have any hidden weapons in my hand. It's because your strength is too weak and you haven't cultivated enough," Sun Wuben said calmly. He didn't withdraw his hand that was in the air. Instead, he opened his palm.
"It seems like there's really nothing!"
"He's not hiding anything in his palm!" The surrounding apprentices began to discuss.
"Hmph! Don't think that I, Mark, will make a mistake. " Mark shouted, "Since it's a trick, how could I let you see through it? Aiya, it really hurts. Sun Wuben, you can't use that trick again. It's too sinister."
"Come on, I won't hurt your fist again." Sun Wuben was listless. If he didn't want to help his grandfather, he would have left long ago.
"Alright, you can't use it again. Otherwise, I, Mark, will admit defeat." Mark rested for a while, then he started to dance and slowly approached Sun Wuben. However, this time he was clearly more careful. He circled Sun Wuben twice without throwing a punch. When he circled Sun Wuben for the third time, he suddenly threw a punch at Sun Wuben's back.
"Don't think that I can't see you just because you're behind me."
A hand appeared in front of Mark's fist again. Unknowingly, Sun Wuben had turned around and grabbed Mark's fist.
"You said you couldn't use that trick again!" Mark shouted in horror.
"I didn't use any strength. Your fist shouldn't hurt," Sun Wuben said indifferently.
"Huh?" Mark finally reacted. This time, his fist was grabbed by his opponent, but he didn't feel any pain. He laughed and then tried to pull his fist back. Immediately, his laughter froze. It seemed that he couldn't pull his fist back.
"How about this, Mark. If you can pull your fist back, or make my body move even a little bit, I'll consider it my loss." Sun Wuben said with a smile.
"Bastard!" Mark roared, "That's too humiliating." He roared and tried to pull his fist back, but it was as if his fist had taken root in Sun Wuben's palm. What was even more terrifying was that no matter how hard he tried, Sun Wuben's body didn't move at all.
Once, twice, thrice …
Mark roared again and again, but it was useless. Everything was useless. In the end, he couldn't move Sun Wuben at all even after half a minute.
"Bastard, you're using tricks again. You're too hateful!" Mark roared.
"Magic tricks are all illusions. In front of true strength, all magic tricks are nothing." Sun Wuben's voice became cold, "It seems that you're not smart at all, but you think you're smart. Fine, to wake you up, I'll take you on a spin."
Raising his arm, Sun Wuben grabbed Mark's fist and swung him up. Then, like a fan, he spun him in circles above his head.
This time, it wasn't only Mark who let out a horrifying scream.
All the apprentices stared with their eyes wide open. Sun Wusheng was also dumbfounded. Soon, he reacted, "Wuben, have mercy! Don't throw him out. "Swinging Mark like this and letting him go, he could imagine that even if he didn't die, he would still be half dead.
"It's okay, grandpa. This is just a trick in Mark's eyes. Moreover, I also want to see how master Mark can break my trick."
"I admit defeat, I admit defeat!" Mark let out a horrified roar, "Mr. Sun Wuben, I, Mark, admit defeat. Please don't throw me out!"
"Why do you admit defeat? This is just a trick, a trick!" Sun Wuben's voice gradually became cold. If it wasn't for the fact that the number 18 fighting technique hall still needed Mark's support, he really wanted to let this muddle-headed kid lie in the hospital for a few months to wake him up and see if it was a trick or not.
"It's not a trick, I admit defeat, I admit defeat!" Mark anxiously roared. He couldn't even keep his life, yet he was still so stubborn. Wasn't that crazy?
"Really boring!" Sun Wuben's spinning speed quickly decreased and finally slowed down. Finally, he gently threw Mark out.
Mark climbed up, but then he staggered as if he was drunk. He didn't walk half a step and fell to the ground again. This time, he was much smarter. After lying on the ground for a long time, the dizziness in his head and the pain in his body had almost disappeared, he climbed up.
"Nice trick, nice trick!" Mark yelled with his mouth wide open.
"This trick designed by Mr. Sun Wuben is too powerful. It already has real combat power. As expected of a top student of the Capital of the North. Only the top elites of the four major universities can use high-tech to invent such a powerful trick." Mark's eyes were shining, "Mr. Sun Wuben, I wonder if you can teach this trick to us?"
Sun Wuben only felt the veins on his temples throbbing. Although this Mark wasn't Mr. Satan in Dragon Ball, except for the different name, the rest was almost the same.
"This is martial arts. When martial arts practice to break through the Realm Gate, you will have strength like mine. It's not high-tech." Sun Wuben said coldly. No matter how much he wanted to help Sun Wusheng support the 18th Martial Arts Dojo, at this moment, all his interest was gone.
"Mr. Sun Wuben, please teach me martial arts!"
"Hmm?"
Sun Wuben looked over and saw the young man bending his waist and making a 90-degree bow.
"Mr. Sun Wuben, please guide me in my cultivation!" The young man begged. Provoked by this young man, the surrounding young men immediately walked to Sun Wuben and bowed.
"Mr. Sun Wuben, please guide me in my cultivation too!"
"Please guide me in my cultivation!"
…
"You …" Mark's face suddenly turned ugly.
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