Upon hearing this, everyone present nodded in agreent, exclaiming that it should be so!
However, so furrowed their brows, deep in thought.
Zhang Beixing noticed their expressions.
So, he inquired, "What's the matter? I see you all look so troubled—is there sothing you're worried about?"
Those people looked at each other, thought for a mont, then one of them stood up and said to Zhang Beixing, "President Zhang, we want revenge. We want to stand together, united against the D&E Group."
"But... our strength isn't enough!"
"To be honest, I'm only a Level B Martial Artist right now; I haven't even mastered Hidden Force. In this matter, even if I want to help, I'm simply not strong enough. I'm afraid I might hold everyone back!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the faces of many people darkened. What he said was the truth. Although they were representatives who had co to this eting, they were, at the end of the day, just ordinary people. Many of them had trained tirelessly their whole lives yet still hadn't mastered Hidden Force. With such strength, forget fighting the enemy; they would be fortunate just not to drag everyone down.
For a mont, a heavy atmosphere enveloped the eting room.
To this, Zhang Beixing was stunned for a mont, then chuckled in spite of himself.
"I thought it was for so other reason; it turns out to be just this."
"It's just a matter of strength—I'll help you enhance it!"
Upon hearing these words, many were taken aback, sowhat stunned.
Only after a mont did the person who spoke earlier regain his senses. Looking confused, he asked, "President Zhang, what do you an by that?"
Last year, when the Eight-Nation Alliance ca to Great Xia to cause trouble for Liu Yi and the others, he hadn't participated. Consequently, he was unaware that Zhang Beixing possessed other skills beyond his formidable martial arts. Like him, quite a few others in the audience were similarly in the dark.
To this, Zhang Beixing simply said, "Exactly what it sounds like."
Then he lowered his head, scanning the crowd, his gaze finally landing on Lin Pengfei. "Pengfei, I rember you've been honing your fundantals for a while now. You're still a Level C Martial Artist, right?"
Suddenly called out by Zhang Beixing, Lin Pengfei, who was seated below the stage, was initially startled. Then, sowhat embarrassedly, he scratched his head, stood up from his chair, and said, "Yes… yes, Master."
"Have you firmly established your foundation now?" Zhang Beixing pressed.
Lin Pengfei nodded. "Yes, my elder master said I'm now ready to formally reach Entry Level and begin Martial Arts Training."
"Good. Co up here," Zhang Beixing beckoned him.
Hearing this, Lin Pengfei was puzzled, but he still followed the order, steeling himself as he walked up from below the stage to stand beside Zhang Beixing.
Seeing this, those who had experienced the Eight-Nation Alliance incident already guessed what Zhang Beixing was about to do. They couldn't help but sit up straighter, leaning forward slightly, watching with rapt attention.
Then, they saw Zhang Beixing place his hand on Lin Pengfei. "Relax your mind. This might hurt a bit—just endure it."
Having said that, before Lin Pengfei could respond, Zhang Beixing's hand suddenly exerted force.
BANG!
A muffled sound emanated from within Lin Pengfei's body.
And Lin Pengfei, still wearing that initial baffled expression, stared at Zhang Beixing, looking completely at a loss.
"It's done," Zhang Beixing released his hand and patted Lin Pengfei on the back. "Now, sense what's inside your body. See if you notice anything new."
"Ah? Oh, yes!" Lin Pengfei snapped back to reality, responded, and quickly did as he was told.
Soon, a look of shock appeared on his face, and he exclaid, "Master, an inexplicable Power has erged within my body!"
"Hmm, try to mobilize it now, and release it," Zhang Beixing said, sohow producing a thick wooden board and placing it before Lin Pengfei.
"Okay!" Lin Pengfei nodded, then clenched his fist and swung it hard.
BANG! CRACK!
A muffled thud and a sharp snap sounded in succession, the noise spreading through the microphones across the entire venue.
After Lin Pengfei threw his punch, Zhang Beixing turned the thick wooden board to face the crowd.
They could clearly see the result: the board was now covered in cracks that spread continuously! Unceasingly, the fissures expanded—a delayed destruction following the initial impact!
This was Hidden Force!
"WOW!"
In an instant, the entire venue erupted! With their discerning eyes, they could naturally tell that before coming on stage, Lin Pengfei was rely a novice Martial Artist who had only recently reached Entry Level, albeit with a solid foundation!
But now, after Zhang Beixing simply touched him, he had mastered Hidden Force!
This was simply inconceivable! Throughout all of history, Chinese or foreign, such a terrifying technique was utterly unique!
Zhang Beixing asked, "Do you understand what I an now?"
"Understood! We understand!" The man, utterly astounded, stamred his reply repeatedly.
"Everyone, do you have any more questions?" Zhang Beixing turned his head and asked the people below the stage.
"No more!"
"Fuck! I'm only a Level B Martial Artist right now; I'm indeed powerless against this criminal group. But if you could grant the strength of a Pseudo Grandmaster, even if you let charge in and slaughter them twice over, I'd still feel it wasn't enough!"
"Exactly! With President Zhang possessing such a thod, our revenge is finally within reach!"
"Indeed! We must make this criminal group pay the price! We'll fight to the death! Martial Artists cannot be humiliated!"
"Fight! Fight! Fight!"
Witnessing Zhang Beixing elevate Lin Pengfei to a Pseudo Grandmaster in an instant, the crowd's emotions ignited. The fire of revenge blazed fiercely in their hearts. They raised their arms, shouting, their faces alight with excitent, overwhelmingly stirred!
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