The first knee strike was just the beginning. What followed was a torrential barrage of attacks on his chin, throat, shoulders, and heart. Ri Huo fell to his knees without any resistance. Because of the heavy blow to his throat, he could only whimper. In just a short while, his body was covered in blood.
"Go!" Xiao Jingyang said angrily, "Hurry up and catch this kid!"
However, the surrounding crowd had never seen such a cruel and ruthless method. They were all stunned by Zuo Zhicheng, and no one dared to catch up to him.
"Let's go together. Do you think this kid can handle so many of us?" Xiao Jingyang said angrily, "If we let him walk out of this door today, we won't be able to survive in New Continent anymore!"
"Catch this kid! I'll give each of you a thousand dollars later. "
Under Xiao Jingyang's persuasion and encouragement, the group of people finally gathered their courage again. Under the lead of Qin Wu and a few other dojo masters, they surrounded Zuo Zhicheng.
"Ah!!!"
On the other side, Ri Huo seemed to have finally caught his breath. He roared and tried to stand up. Then, he clawed at Zuo Zhicheng's head.
"Did I say you could stand up?"
Along with his cold words, Zuo Zhicheng grabbed the wine pot on the table and smashed it on Ri Huo's head. The wine pot exploded. Then, Zuo Zhicheng grabbed a shard and stabbed it into Ri Huo's knee. Ri Huo screamed and fell to the ground again.
Ri Huo cried, "Stop fighting! Stop fighting! "
Zuo Zhicheng ignored him. Then, he used the shard to cut the tendons in his hand, leaving Ri Huo lying on the ground with an ashen face.
Then, he turned around and looked coldly at the crowd that was charging at him. He lifted a stool and threw it at Qin Wu, who was at the front. The other party was only a few meters away from him.
Qin Wu fell onto the stool with a loud thud. Another bowl of hot soup came rolling towards him. He screamed in fear. Although he tried his best to dodge, he was still drenched by the thick soup. Then, just as he opened his eyes, Zuo Zhicheng pointed a finger at his eyeball. He screamed and fell to the ground.
After taking down Qin Wu, Zuo Zhicheng walked step by step towards Xiao Jingyang. Someone tried to throw a punch at him, but Zuo Zhicheng pierced his hand with a pair of chopsticks. Someone tried to hug him, but was given a concussion by his slap.
There were also many people who wanted to besiege Zuo Zhicheng. All kinds of fists, palms, feet, and claws were thrown at Zuo Zhicheng. However, he was always able to break and counterattack in the gaps between these people's attacks.
Some people held their broken hands and fell to the ground. Some people were bleeding from their seven orifices and couldn't move. Some people were directly thrown out and hit the wall or table and fainted. There were also people who were pierced by wine jars and chopsticks and could no longer fight.
Zuo Zhicheng's movements were still so leisurely that everyone could clearly see his every move. However, his hands seemed to have a demonic nature. Every move he made was filled with the power to break tendons and break bones. Ordinary furniture, bowls, and chopsticks had become deadly weapons in his hands.
When Zuo Zhicheng walked in front of Xiao Jingyang, everyone stopped attacking. The remaining dozen or so martial artists trembled as they looked at Zuo Zhicheng. Looking around, the entire martial arts field was already a desolate wasteland.
Other than them, there were other martial artists like Wang Qiang, who were dissatisfied with the Chaoyang Martial Arts Club and didn't attack Zuo Zhicheng. They stood at the outermost circle and looked at Zuo Zhicheng stupidly. Their minds went blank when they saw that Zuo Zhicheng had defeated more than a hundred martial artists by himself.
"How … how is this possible?"
"How does he know all the martial arts of our 18 martial arts clubs?"
"This is martial arts," Wang Qiang's eyes were full of yearning, "Taking revenge and fighting alone. This is a true martial artist."
The remaining martial artists in the field had completely lost their will to fight. They looked at Zuo Zhicheng with eyes full of fear. In their eyes, Zuo Zhicheng was a devil, a monster.
Although Xiao Jingyang was still standing and didn't take a step back when facing Zuo Zhicheng, his trembling hands and the cold sweat on the back of his neck betrayed him.
"I didn't expect Jiang Tien-cheng to have taken in such a good disciple. Can I ask you something? Why are your martial arts so powerful? "
"Didn't your son tell you? I'm a genius, "Zuo Zhicheng smiled and said," I learned your martial arts just by looking at them. "
Zuo Zhicheng patted Xiao Jingyang's face as if he was threatening a child. Although there was a flash of anger on Zuo Zhicheng's face, he had no choice but to endure it as he looked at the disciples at his feet.
As if he was patting a pet dog, Zuo Zhicheng patted Xiao Jingyang's face and said, "From today onwards, the Chaoyang Martial Arts Club will belong to me. It will be renamed to the Haoran Martial Arts Center. Do you have any objections?"
"Impossible … Ah!!" Xiao Jingyang held his right hand with a twisted face. His index finger had been twisted 150 degrees by Zuo Zhicheng and was completely broken.
Xiao Jingyang wanted to rush forward but was stopped by Zuo Zhicheng's glare. His murderous aura swept out, and he felt that he was like a sheep in front of Zuo Zhicheng, not daring to be impudent in the slightest.
'Damn it! Go, Xiao Changhe. '
'Are you just going to watch your father get humiliated?'
'Where's your backbone?'
However, no matter how much he screamed in his heart, he didn't dare to take another step forward. It was as if there was a gun behind him. Compared to animals or zombies, humans were sometimes more easily defeated by things like looks and aura.
Facing more than a hundred people on the training field, Xiao Changhe's courage had disappeared without a trace.
Zuo Zhicheng sighed softly. "I can kill you and let your son pass the martial arts club to me. What do you think?"
'A wise man knows better than to fight when the odds are against him. I'll agree to it first and then rely on Sir Liu's help to convict him of murder and robbery.' Xiao Jingyang nodded with a grim expression as he thought about how to deal with Zuo Zhicheng.
"It's good that you've agreed." Zuo Zhicheng raised his head and looked around. He said calmly, "Then from today onwards, my master, Jiang Tien-cheng, will be the president of the New Continent Wushu associations. I'll be the vice president. Does anyone have any objections?"
There was dead silence. Other than the wailing of the injured on the ground, no one answered Zuo Zhicheng's question. Zuo Zhicheng looked around. Everyone who met his gaze couldn't help but lower their heads, not daring to meet his gaze.
"Since no one has any objections, it means that everyone has agreed." Zuo Zhicheng patted Xiao Jingyang's shoulder. "I'll take over the martial arts club tomorrow and hold a meeting. Don't forget to attend. Tomorrow, we'll decide on the future development of our Wushu associations."
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