Whoa!
The students on Du Feng’s side exchanged looks, the air in the hall seeming to congeal.
Wang Jinquan’s face, usually piled with coarse flesh, had now tightened into a block of iron.
He was clearly truly enraged. Once they started fighting, this would definitely not be some friendly exchange that stopped at first contact.
Those combat skills that let him run rampant among amateurs, and the Falcon Strike Technique he had just barely touched the threshold of, would probably all be used without the slightest mercy.
Once he got serious…
This newcomer called Zhou Kai would be lucky to escape with just a layer of skin peeled off. More likely, his tendons and bones would be injured, the kind of injury that left him unable to get out of bed for two or three months.
Du Feng looked at the tense, drawn-sword atmosphere between the two of them. His lips moved a few times, but he could not squeeze out a single word.
The shame in his heart burned until his cheeks felt hot.
In terms of courage alone, he was actually inferior to a guy who had only been practicing martial arts for a week.
He clenched his teeth and cursed himself bloody in his heart.
A few seconds later, as if only then snapping awake, he abruptly took out his phone and rapidly tapped on the screen, sending Chen Ping a message.
“Senior Brother, that kid you had your eye on has started fighting with Wang Jinquan!”
……
Ma Yifan stood behind Zhou Kai, his eyes red. “Zhou Kai, why don’t we just forget it?”
“A trash boxing gym like this isn’t worth coming to!”
In his eyes, Zhou Kai had only been targeted by that mad dog Wang Jinquan because he was standing up for him.
That moved him, but at the same time, it made him loathe the foul atmosphere of the Falcon Wing Martial Hall to the extreme.
“Let’s switch to another place!”
“Zhou Kai, Brother Kai, trust me… I’ll pay you back triple the tuition you paid. From now on, I’ll cover all your martial arts expenses!”
Hearing this, Zhou Kai glanced at Ma Yifan with slight surprise.
Good grief, a sworn… son was actually right beside me?
Although this matter could be considered a give-and-take, and helping him was also repaying a favor, the fact that Little Brother Ma could say such words still made Zhou Kai feel that wading into these muddy waters had not been in vain.
“It’s fine. I appreciate the thought. I’ll play with him for a bit first.”
Zhou Kai gave Ma Yifan a reassuring look.
Ma Yifan froze for a moment, then somehow nodded as if compelled.
Just like the last time Zhou Kai had asked him for help, there was always a steady confidence in Zhou Kai’s words that made people have no choice but to believe him.
At this moment.
Zhou Kai had already started walking, unhurriedly passing by Wang Jinquan’s side before stopping five meters away.
He casually twisted his neck and rolled his shoulders, producing a few faint, crisp cracks.
Then he looked at Wang Jinquan expressionlessly and said, “I heard you’ve been here for at least two months.”
“I’m pretty curious. When Coach Chen was here, why weren’t you so cocky? Was it… because you didn’t want to? Or was it… because you didn’t dare?”
“Of course, what I’m even more curious about is how much ability trash like you has actually learned in two months.”
Zhou Kai spoke neither fast nor slow, but every word that fell into Wang Jinquan’s ears was like mocking him for only having nine centimeters.
“Brat, I’m fucking tearing that mouth of yours apart today!”
Whoosh!
Wang Jinquan was completely enraged. A burst of hot white breath sprayed from his nostrils, and his whole body charged toward Zhou Kai like an enraged bull.
His full muscles bulged beneath his loose student uniform, filled with a sense of pressure.
Anyone with eyes could see that he and Zhou Kai were not on the same level at all in terms of strength.
In the blink of an eye, Wang Jinquan had already rushed in front of him, giving Zhou Kai no room to react at all.
He launched a high roundhouse kick, his heel stretched perfectly straight. Combined with his short, thick leg, it was like a battle axe, carrying a shrill whistle as it tore through the air and chopped straight toward Zhou Kai’s chest.
“Shit, if that lands clean, won’t it kill him?”
“Someone hurry and call Coach Chen!”
Wang Jinquan opened with a killing move, frightening the spectating students until their faces turned pale.
But before they could take out their phones—
“Look!”
A cry of alarm pulled everyone’s gazes back.
Boom!
Wang Jinquan’s roundhouse kick, carrying the force of wind and thunder, struck empty air.
As for Zhou Kai, he merely shook his head faintly.
“You’re… too slow.”
The scene of sparring with Chen Ping was still clearly flashing back through his mind.
Compared to Chen Ping’s swift, heavy attacks, the Wang Jinquan before him was practically triggering bullet time for him.
Zhou Kai’s reaction speed and movement had long since been forcibly raised in training to a level capable of keeping up with Chen Ping’s rhythm.
Now, facing Wang Jinquan again…
Only two thoughts remained in his mind.
“Slow, and full of openings!”
“With this bit of half-baked skill, what the hell did you spend two months doing, eating shit?”
Zhou Kai sneered. His waist and abdomen exerted force, his body twisted, his arm swung—the movements flowing in one smooth sequence.
Bang!
A heavy, powerful left hook broke through the air resistance and smashed solidly into Wang Jinquan’s face.
A spray of blood instantly burst from Wang Jinquan’s mouth. That dull sound of flesh being struck shattered all the worry, pity, and mockery in the hearts of the onlookers.
Was this an illusion?
Senior Brother Wang had not only missed with one move, he had even been hit in return by this newcomer’s punch?
“A sneak attack… no! It wasn’t!”
“In terms of pure combat technique, Zhou Kai isn’t inferior to Wang Jinquan at all!”
Du Feng excitedly clenched his fist and swung it through the air, his face flushed red from excitement.
“And Zhou Kai is much faster than him!”
“So what if he’s built like a damn bullfrog? You can’t even hit him!”
Thump, thump, thump.
Wang Jinquan’s body suddenly tilted, and he staggered back three large steps in a row.
That punch had landed squarely on his face, striking him until stars burst before his eyes and his legs went weak.
“Tui!”
He finally managed to steady himself and spat a mouthful of bloody foam to the side.
The bloody foam landed on the ground, and mixed within it was half a broken molar.
Wang Jinquan’s shame and fury instantly reached their peak, and he gradually began to lose his reason.
He had actually… had a tooth knocked out by a newcomer?
“Damn you, you’re dead! I’m going to kill you!”
His eyes were bloodshot, and the half of his face that had been hit was swollen high. Like a crazed wild beast, he charged at Zhou Kai again without regard for anything.
Today, he had to take this brat’s bones apart one by one!
His five fingers clenched into a fist, the blood on his face smearing onto his knuckles, adding a few more degrees of ferocity.
Boom! Boom!
Hook, straight punch!
“If you’ve got guts, don’t dodge!”
The muscles in Wang Jinquan’s thick arms erupted completely. Two heavy punches shot toward Zhou Kai one after another like cannonballs.
Yet under the enhancement of “Clear Mind,”
Zhou Kai was as light as if he were dancing. With only a few tiny retreats and sidesteps, he dissolved all of Wang Jinquan’s attacks that had seemed certain to land.
The first burst of energy was fierce; the second waned; the third was exhausted.
After Wang Jinquan’s three consecutive fierce attacks all missed, his movements clearly slowed, and his breathing also grew heavy.
It was at this moment that Zhou Kai’s gaze sharpened.
What a huge opening!
Now!
Zhou Kai’s figure closed in like a ghost.
His shoulder was like a battering ram, slamming fiercely toward Wang Jinquan’s face.
Bang!
At this moment, Wang Jinquan was right in the gap where his old strength had been spent and his new strength had yet to arise. He wanted to dodge, but it was already too late; he wanted to defend, but there was no way to do so.
Zhou Kai’s strength far exceeded his imagination.
When that shoulder slammed into his face, Wang Jinquan felt as if he had been hit by a truck.
The world spun, and his vision went black.
By the time he came back to himself in a daze, all he could see through his reddened vision was the soft rubber flooring.
“Fuck! Yang Jing, why aren’t you killing him for me!”
Wang Jinquan gritted his teeth unwillingly and slammed his fist hard into the floor, then abruptly flipped over and crawled up.
His face was covered in blood, he was in an utter mess, and his voice was hoarse from shouting.
As for Yang Jing, Chi Wen, and the other lackeys, their steps hesitated at this moment. They looked at one another.
Gang up on Zhou Kai?
This iron plate would hurt their feet if they kicked it.
“I didn’t want to use the Falcon Strike Technique at first… you fucking forced me!”
“Yang Jing, what are you standing there for? Hold him down for me. I’m going to slaughter this brat today!”
Wang Jinquan approached Zhou Kai on unsteady feet, but the stance he took carried an indescribable awkwardness.
The strange aura coming off him made Zhou Kai smell danger.
An enraged man preparing to use ancient martial arts, with several helpers of not-too-weak strength at his side.
If this group attacked together… it seemed he would not be able to keep the remaining seven experience points.
Level three was a qualitative change for any skill.
As long as he raised Mixed Martial Arts by one more level, handling this kind of situation should be no problem.
But just as Zhou Kai’s attention had shifted toward the panel—
A thin yet incomparably reliable figure blocked in front of him.
Slap!
Chen Ping’s figure had appeared at some unknown time. With a backhanded slap, he struck Wang Jinquan cleanly and decisively across the face. The tremendous force directly sent him flying backward with both feet off the ground, and he fell, rolling several times in succession.
“You disgraceful thing!”
In an instant, the surroundings fell deathly silent. Even the sound of people swallowing could be heard clearly.
Senior Brother Chen… was truly enraged this time.