"You're courting death!"
"Damn it. Who let him in?"
"This guy is crazy."
Before Zuo Zhicheng could finish his words, the entire Chaoyang Martial Arts Club fell into an uproar. Most of the masters and disciples stood up and looked at Zuo Zhicheng as if they were looking at a dead man.
"I think he's Jiang Tien-cheng's disciple."
"Is he here to seek justice for Jiang Tien-cheng?"
"He's too impulsive. If he had endured for eight to ten years, he might have had a chance."
"Let's see how Xiao Jingyang will deal with him."
Although the people of Chaoyang Martial Arts Club pointed at Zuo Zhicheng and cursed, no one rushed out without Xiao Jingyang's order. Ri Huo looked at Zuo Zhicheng with disdain and lowered his head to drink. It seemed that the other party was not worthy of his attention.
Xiao Changhe frowned. He did not know why, but he had a bad feeling in his heart.
Xiao Jingyang's face was gloomy. He looked at the plaque under Zuo Zhicheng's feet, stood up and waved his hand. The noise and cursing around slowly stopped.
He looked at Zuo Zhicheng and said slowly, "Didn't your master teach you what rules are?" He touched the beard on his chin and said lightly, "Since you don't know the rules, I'll teach you on behalf of your master today. Hao, Lun … "
"Don't bother." Zuo Zhicheng stretched his arms and legs and twisted his neck. "So that you won't be convinced after the fight, I'll pack all of you up and beat you up together."
"F * ck off!" A student of Chaoyang Martial Arts Club cursed and threw a bottle of wine at Zuo Zhicheng's back, aiming at the back of his head.
Unexpectedly, Zuo Zhicheng seemed to have eyes at the back of his head. He turned around and grabbed the wine jar that was flying towards him. Then, he casually threw it back. The speed at which it flew back was more than twice as fast as when it came. That person didn't even have time to blink before the wine jar smashed into his head. His head was covered in blood as he fell down.
This was like a spark that ignited a barrel of kerosene. The whole scene instantly became chaotic. First of all, the people of Chaoyang Martial Arts Club stood up immediately and rushed towards Zuo Zhicheng.
Some of the people from other martial arts clubs stepped back and did not want to get involved.
Some of them also rushed up, wanting to teach Zuo Zhicheng a lesson or show their faces in front of Xiao Jingyang.
Zuo Zhicheng was like a reef standing in the waves. No matter how they attacked him, they could not hurt him.
Zuo Zhicheng did not use pure speed, strength, or Kung Fu of the Devil's Golden Body. He just stood there.
A man raised his fist and aimed it at his face, but he grabbed it and broke the man's arm. Then, he kicked the man in the face, and the man screamed as he rolled out of the room.
Another person attacked from the side. He used the Swimming Fish Palm Technique. His hand was like a watermelon knife, stabbing towards Zuo Zhicheng's waist. However, Zuo Zhicheng's hands were like a big millstone. They brushed past his hand and broke his hand into dozens of pieces. The man screamed and retreated.
Another big man from Chaoyang Martial Arts Club shouted and swooped down like an eagle. A pair of iron claws fell from the sky and grabbed towards Zuo Zhicheng's head. However, he dodged it by a few inches. Then, without looking back, he threw a punch to the back of his head and hammered the man's crotch. The man screamed in pain and fell to the ground, unable to stand up again.
There was no dazzling speed or huge strength. With the help of his left eye, Zuo Zhicheng could see the flow of force before the other person made a move. All martial arts and fighting styles seemed to be useless in front of him.
Before the other person made a move, he already knew what they were going to do. Therefore, what was presented in front of everyone was an elegant performance like playing the piano. Zuo Zhicheng countered every move, and every move was insidious. Those who were counterattacked were either dead or injured. So many people rushed towards him, but they could not make him leave his standing position at the same time.
Zuo Zhicheng caught the other person's fist with one hand and smashed the other person's armpit with the other hand. Then, the person was lifted up by Zuo Zhicheng and thrown towards the other people who were rushing towards him. These people rolled on the ground like gourds. Zuo Zhicheng did not even look at them. Then, he punched out again and directly hit the stomach of another disciple who was flying towards him.
His movements were as smooth as flowing water, as if they had been rehearsed beforehand. None of his movements were superfluous. The third evolution of the Innate Qi had strengthened Zuo Zhicheng's brain's ability to calculate and remember. Coupled with his left eye's observation of the flow of energy, he had become even more terrifying when dealing with these warriors.
In just a few minutes, more than ten people had fallen at his feet. Their bones and tendons were broken, and they were wailing in pain.
Dealing with these humans was much easier than dealing with the zombies that Zuo Zhicheng could not see through infrared vision.
The remaining disciples surrounded Zuo Zhicheng, but for a moment, no one dared to move forward.
This series of fierce battles not only shocked the disciples, but also the masters of the martial arts centers behind them. They looked at each other in disbelief.
"What kind of witchcraft is this?"
"Such powerful martial arts. He seems to be very familiar with our martial arts."
"This is unbelievable. This kid was not so powerful half a month ago. How did he become so powerful now? So many people can't take him down?"
"He seems to be using our martial arts center's Cross Hand."
"And our martial arts center's Wind Chasing Eighteen Strikes."
Xiao Changhe and Zhou Xing Yun also stood up in shock. The two of them looked at each other, their eyes filled with disbelief.
"I told you … I told you I didn't see wrongly …" Xiao Changhe ran in the direction of Xiao Jingyang. "Father, I told you, this kid is a freak. He can learn any martial arts at a glance."
Xiao Changhe stared blankly at Xiao Jingyang. He did not seem to understand why Xiao Jingyang slapped him.
"Trash," he scolded and turned to Ri Huo. "Ri Huo, take care of this kid." The scene just now made him tremble with fear. Even he was not confident that he could deal with Zuo Zhicheng, who was somewhat unbelievably powerful.
Ri Huo threw his half-drunk wine glass to the ground. "Motherf * cker, after beating up the old one, the young one comes. Little bastard, after I take care of you, I'll go to your martial arts center and wipe out all the trash. Let's see if anyone dares to … "
Before he finished speaking, he felt a chill run down his spine. It was his reluctance to live and his fear of death. It was his instincts telling him.
You're going to die.
A pair of palms that glowed faintly under the moonlight had already touched his cheeks. Before anyone could see clearly, Zuo Zhicheng had already arrived in front of Ri Huo and placed his palms on Ri Huo's cheeks.
"I heard that you're good at fighting?"
"Ah … uh …"
A murderous aura surged towards Ri Huo as if it was rubbing against his face. He wanted to say something, but he felt an indescribable pressure in his heart. His limbs were stiff and he could not say anything.
Boom! As if he had been hit by a truck, Ri Huo could not resist at all. Zuo Zhicheng twisted his head and slammed it into his knee. His face looked like a car accident. His nose was broken, his lips were twisted, and blood was flowing out.
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