"..." The two of them were completely shocked by this sudden ’shrinking the ground to an inch’ scene and didn’t react at all.
"Please hold your hand!"
At this moment, a loud voice echoed from the distant park,
"If you want to fight, then fight me! I just want to stretch my bones before eating!"
"Hmm?" Upon hearing this, Zhang Feng slightly turned his body to look at the spot eighty meters away.
With his extraordinary vision, Zhang Feng clearly saw, under a street lamp, a young man who seemed to be watching the river scenery but suddenly started to sprint from the riverside.
’Dare to bully my fellow disciples!’
The young man was very loyal to his martial sect and, in his urgency, increased his speed, almost crossing three meters in one stride, as if leaping with each step!
He hadn’t seen Zhang Feng’s earlier five-meter stride but just happened to turn around and see Zhang Feng, this tall man blocking his two fellow disciples with a clasped fist gesture.
After seeing the somewhat slow running figure of the young man, Zhang Feng had time to glance at the two people beside him, who had just shown a relieved expression,
"That’s your fellow disciple? Not bad, his Lightweight Skill is pretty good; among the people I know, he ranks second and has about seventy to eighty percent of Dongqing’s Power."
They didn’t know who Dongqing was.
But when they heard this master didn’t care about their junior, they knew their junior coming over was also just sending himself as prey.
When the person approached Zhang Feng.
Zhang Feng slightly extended his palm, seemingly without any special technique.
Yet under the streetlamp’s light, they saw clearly that Zhang Feng’s palm was already extended, but there appeared countless forward-reaching illusions.
This move made them realize Zhang Feng’s skill had reached a level unimaginable to them.
The young man who sprinted over was shocked by Zhang Feng’s bizarre start-up gesture, immediately dispersing his aggressive demeanor, hurriedly retreating with polite folded fists:
"Junior greets Senior!"
As he spoke, sweat began to trickle down his forehead.
This was partly due to Zhang Feng’s ’Thousand-Change Skillful Hand,’ and partly because of the abrupt halt, which disrupted his breath and caused sweat to pour out.
Meanwhile, the nearby crowd was stunned by this bizarre scene.
"I saw his palm clearly didn’t move, right?"
"Holy! Is he channeling some divine spirit?"
Everyone widened their eyes, even wondering if their eyes were playing tricks.
At the same time, Zhang Feng, looking at the panicked young man and the surrounding crowd, knew that if he stayed, more people would come to talk to him.
But right now, Zhang Feng just wanted to know what Dark Force was in this world.
No time for chatting with neighbors.
’Before my mind becomes less sharp, coupled with high innate ability in this world.
In these thirty years, I have to learn a bit more in this world.
Treat the future world as life experience, balancing work and rest?’
Zhang Feng contemplated, soon speaking to the three speechless people: "I see you three are from the same sect, could you introduce me to your sect."
After all, in a world of law and order, and this powerful Boxer didn’t seem malicious.
So, the three nodded in agreement.
The three drove, taking Zhang Feng toward the Eight Trigrams sect.
As the atmosphere slowly relaxed, through their conversation,
Zhang Feng finally learned that there was a branch martial hall of the Eight Trigrams Palm on the outskirts of the city.
The person in charge is their master, ranked third in the main sect.
And these rankings were established every three years by the ’Martial Arts Association.’
From this, Zhang Feng concluded.
In this world, martial arts are still thriving.
That’s because martial arts truly can be used in combat, and those who achieve Dark Force can display abilities beyond ordinary imagination.
For example, a Dark Force master may seem to deliver a light tap on a person, appearing painless, but it actually shatters the person’s internal organs.
Zhang Feng was curious about this.
On the way to their sect.
The young man called his master in front of Zhang Feng.
The young man spoke openly: "Dad, my two senior brothers and I are bringing a guest back."
"What guest?" A steady middle-aged male voice came through the phone, "Is it a fellow martial artist or one of your friends?"
"No, neither..." The young man first glanced at Zhang Feng who was resting in the back seat with eyes closed, then spoke excitedly, "It’s a senior a few years younger than me!
If I’m not mistaken, he! Boss Zhang! He’s already reached the Power at will that the old generation speaks of!"
During their earlier conversation, Zhang Feng did not hide his age.
But precisely because he revealed his age, the three felt a complex emotion.
Yet, revealing Zhang Feng’s ’young age’ made them relax considerably but also made them increasingly admire and excited.
At that moment, the middle-aged man on the phone didn’t believe a word of the young man’s claim,
"Twenty-year-old Power at will? How do you train that? You can’t achieve that even from the womb, right?"
The middle-aged man assumed his son was lying or joking.
"Forget it!" The young man decisively responded: "We’re coming back right now; Dad, if you don’t believe it, just spar with Boss Zhang. But I tell you, if you don’t use Dark Force, you’re in for a gray face kiss the dust."