A fire-red Ferrari sports car stopped outside the Dragon Tiger Martial Arts Hall. Xu Xiangbei humd a tune as he got out of the car, seeing an ancient-style building with four majestic characters written above: Dragon Tiger Martial Arts Hall.
A disciple in training attire walked out of the martial arts hall, seeing the sports car opposite, he couldn’t help but show an envious look, wondering whose car looked so dashing.
When he saw Xu Xiangbei get out of the car, his expression turned tense imdiately.
Last night he followed his master to Jiangcheng University and witnessed the entire process of Xu Xiangbei being defeated by his master Ouyang Yufei, and he recognized Xu Xiangbei at a glance.
He quickly ran into the Dragon Tiger Martial Arts Hall, shouting loudly, "Master, master, sothing’s wrong, sothing’s wrong."
Ouyang Yufei, holding a small teapot in one hand while watching his disciples practice boxing, looked completely at ease. Seeing the commotion, he impatiently scolded, "What’s all the shouting for? Speak slowly, I’m listening."
The disciple pointed at the entrance: "The Dr. Xu you drove away last night has co looking for us."
Ouyang Yufei’s heart skipped a beat, and he asked calmly, "How many people did he bring?"
"Just himself."
Ouyang Yufei spun the Iron Gall Ball in his hand, leaning back comfortably in his chair, with a disdainful smile he said, "Just him? I thought he would bring Liu Hongan to help. Seems like he didn’t get enough of a beating last night, here to get more today."
The disciples burst into laughter.
Ouyang Yufei had fought with Xu Xiangbei for dozens of rounds last night and felt that Xu Xiangbei had so fancy moves but lacked strength; his fists were soft and were no match for him at all.
He had no idea that Xu Xiangbei had used up all his Inner Strength with the Reverse Needles Technique last night, which is why he couldn’t win.
From the doorway, Xu Xiangbei’s voice ca: "Where’s that Flying Fish, Yin Yang Flying Fish, Yin Yang Flying Fish."
Ouyang Yufei’s face darkened. As the head of the Dragon Tiger Martial Arts Hall, being called a Yin Yang Flying Fish by a defeated opponent was completely humiliating.
Two disciples, noticing their master was upset, aggressively blocked Xu Xiangbei: "Kid, this is not a place you can casually co to. Didn’t get enough of a beating last night? Feeling itchy and looking for more today?"
Xu Xiangbei ignored them, gave Ouyang Yufei, sitting in the master chair, a cheeky grin: "Flying Fish, co over here, let’s have so fun. Yesterday I wasn’t full and you beat so hard I spat blood. Today I’m full and have the strength to fight you, I won’t beat you till you spit blood, just till you spit out what you’ve eaten today."
Upon hearing Xu Xiangbei’s words, more than ten disciples in the hall burst into laughter, including Ouyang Yufei, all thinking Xu Xiangbei was talking big.
"You don’t believe I can knock you down? How about a bet, within three punches, I’ll definitely make you vomit, do you believe that?"
Ouyang Yufei laughed heartily, "Stop bragging, you ran faster than a rabbit last night, and now you think you can knock down in just one night? Within three punches, nonsense, get lost, I don’t have ti to waste on you."
"What if I do make you vomit within three punches?"
Ouyang Yufei showed utter disdain, with a hundred percent disbelief: "If you really make vomit within three punches, I’ll give you this martial arts hall. If you don’t, you kneel and crawl around the hall barking like a dog."
"Alright, it’s a deal."
The two disciples were even more disdainful: "Since you’re here to be taught a lesson, we won’t bla you for bullying. Forget the three-punch bet, we brothers can handle you without the master needing to lift a finger."
One reached to grab Xu Xiangbei’s collar, and the other launched a punch at Xu Xiangbei’s stomach.
However, they found that their extended arms couldn’t move, at so point, Xu Xiangbei had grabbed their wrists.
Xu Xiangbei’s hand was like an iron clamp, clamping their wrists painfully as if broken.
"Ow, ow, kid, let go, if you don’t let go I’ll kick you."
"Let go, you shaless, let go."
Xu Xiangbei laughed, with wrists being held, one couldn’t exert strength, resorting to kicking.
"Kick , go on, kick ."
Xu Xiangbei tightened his grip, and the two disciples of the Dragon Tiger Martial Arts Hall were in so much pain that tears flowed, collapsing like two mounds of mud, constantly groaning.
The remaining disciples saw their brothers beaten down and imdiately gathered around: "Beat him, daring to cause trouble here, let’s beat him to death."
"Beat him, smack him around."
Ouyang Yufei raised an eyebrow, placing the Jingdezhen flower-patterned clay teapot on the coffee table, brushing off the dust from his clothes, and shook his head helplessly, "These youngsters, full of youthful vigor, now they will get themselves hurt. What a pity, he’s a good seed, if only he could apprentice under , he’d certainly surpass his current skills."
As he was about to caution his disciples not to be too harsh and avoid causing fatalities, he witnessed the disciples being sent flying in all directions like kicked balls.
So fell to the ground, flailing like turtles, unable to rise.
So crashed into the wall, shattering the promotional slogans posted there.
Others slamd into a sandbag, sending it flying before they fell heavily to the ground, fainting instantly.
Watching his disciples sprawled everywhere, Ouyang Yufei stood up in surprise: "What’s going on, are you guys practicing take-offs and landings with a plane, what’s with the ruckus."
After knocking out the last disciple in front of him, Xu Xiangbei stretched his arms, with a face full of excitent: "Fun, much more interesting than those pole dancers, they even managed to get a punch in on ."
Ouyang Yufei’s eyes almost popped out of his head, over a dozen strong disciples each capable of taking down ten n, who had learned Dragon Tiger Divine Fist for years, were all laid out in the blink of an eye, having only landed a punch on the opponent.
Ouyang Yufei snorted, "Turns out you have so skills kid, but don’t get too cocky, once I get a hold of you, you’ll stop laughing."
Ouyang Yufei jumped up fiercely, his body spinning like the wind, as he thrust out his fists, shouting: "Twin Dragons Erge."
"You stinky Flying Fish, stop yelling about, just fight, what’s with all the shouting, comparing who’s louder? Your voice can’t beat a singer’s, can it?"
Smack, Xu Xiangbei lightly grazed the edge of Ouyang Yufei’s fist wind, returning with a slap that made Ouyang Yufei grimace and left a bright red handprint on his face.
Ouyang Yufei held his face, expressionless, but inwardly extrely astonished, this kid seed like a different person, his speed too fast, unable to see how he was hit.
Though shaken, recalling last night when Xu Xiangbei ran from his beating restored his confidence.
Ouyang Yufei tightly gripped the Iron Gall, launching another savage punch, the second punch "Black Tiger Steals Heart," simple yet brutal, and if it hit Xu Xiangbei’s chest, it could shatter his sternum.
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