Zhang Zhenlin looked displeased, "Whether he can achieve results depends on his own conditions, whether he works hard. All we can do is to teach him sincerely, seriously impart our skills, not take advantage of him being an adult and fool him."
Seeing her father angry, Zhang Qianqian quickly lowered her head, not daring to argue.
Zhang Zhenlin continued, "When he cos again, you either teach him seriously, or give back the thousand yuan tuition."
"Oh!" Zhang Qianqian reluctantly responded.
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Evening.
The weather changed drastically, a dark cloud rolled in from the north, and the wind carried a hint of coolness, clearly indicating a storm was imminent.
Xu Wendong and Ding Yao finished their free clinic, and as they were packing up, Xu Wendong received a call from his cousin, "Wendong, I saw the weather forecast. There will be a thunderstorm tonight. Your sister-in-law is afraid of thunder; you should get back and accompany her soon."
"Okay, brother, I’ll head back now." After hanging up, Xu Wendong looked helplessly at Ding Yao, "Sis, I can’t follow you ho now."
Ding Yao looked frustrated, "Why have you changed your plan again?"
They had previously planned together to have a feast first, then go back to Ding Yao’s ho and further understand each other, doing what they wanted to do.
Who would have thought Xu Wendong would change his plan again?
Xu Wendong sighed, "My brother is on a business trip, and my sister-in-law is afraid of thunder, so she wants to go ho and accompany her."
Knowing Xu Wendong was depending on others for a living, Ding Yao didn’t push further but said instead, "Fine, but once your brother returns from his trip, you must co and stay with for a night no matter what."
She didn’t hide her desire, wanting to spend the entire night with Xu Wendong to see who was better.
"Deal." Xu Wendong agreed right away, as he also wanted to test his limits, like how many tis he could do it in one night.
Ding Yao smiled brightly, "It’s going to rain soon; shall I take you back?"
"No need, we’re not going the sa way, and the area I pass often has traffic jams. I’ll ride a bike back." After a simple farewell, Xu Wendong unlocked a shared bike and pedaled towards his cousin’s house.
But on the way, raindrops as big as beans began pelting down, hitting his face and keeping his eyes from opening.
"This rain is really heavy!" Xu Wendong clicked his tongue secretly. Without thinking more, he swiftly turned into a small alley, took the shortcut to co under the overpass, soaking wet by then.
His wet T-shirt felt uncomfortable, so he took it off and wrung it dry while waiting for the rain to lessen.
At that mont, he saw ten business vehicles approaching from a distance, neatly parking by the roadside. Once the doors opened, middle-aged n wearing black suits and holding baseball bats stord out.
Looking around, there were sixty or seventy of them.
Their eyes were unfriendly, staring at Xu Wendong as if ravenous wolves.
Xu Wendong’s heart sank, unsure of what was happening but sensing sothing ominous.
anwhile.
From the leading business vehicle, a familiar figure appeared, holding a large black umbrella, a cigar in his mouth, and a playful smirk on his face.
It was none other than Zhao Dahua, who had been previously beaten away by Xu Wendong.
"Surnad Xu, aren’t you pretty good at fighting?" Zhao Dahua’s eyes glead with amusent, "This ti, let’s see if you can take on my many brothers."
"Brothers, go, cripple his legs for ."
At Zhao Dahua’s command, dozens of strong n roared as they charged at Xu Wendong in the pouring rain.
Xu Wendong’s eyes were stern.
Although he had reached the Yin-Cultivating Realm and cultivated True Qi, facing so many street thugs made him feel nervous and uneasy inside.
After all, they numbered too many, and once surrounded by them, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Seeing escape was hopeless, he knew he needed to carve out a bloody path to leave intact today.
With this thought, a gleam flickered in his eyes. Instead of retreating, he charged into the crowd. anwhile, images of Zhang Qianqian demonstrating Baji Fist flashed in his mind—agile footwork, fierce, explosive attacks.
Different from other martial arts, Baji Fist could use the hand, elbow, and shoulder as weapons, characterized by concise movents, combining long and short strikes, rapid force generation, prominent collisions, and stable footing with overlapping elbow techniques.
"Get the hell away from !"
Xu Wendong roared, employing the Tieshankao from Baji Fist, ramming directly into a middle-aged man’s chest.
Crack!
A crisp sound of breaking bones echoed sharply as the middle-aged man flew back, spitting blood and screaming, crashing into several of his companions behind him.
After hitting the mark, Xu Wendong turned swiftly, deploying the Face-Striking Palm from Baji Fist, hitting the middle-aged man’s face, causing his nose to cave in and spray blood, instantly knocking him out cold.
Even though he had just learned Baji Fist, with the support of True Qi, it was like adding wings to a tiger. Even when faced with a siege by sixty or seventy n, no one managed to harm him at all.
He seed like an invincible war god, knocking soone down with every strike. Ordinary people couldn’t withstand his attack.
The crimson blood reddened the water on the ground, looking terrifyingly shocking. Particularly, the bodies lying haphazardly on the ground, constantly moaning, gave the illusion of being in Mortal Purgatory.
"Goddammit, how is this guy so powerful?" Zhao Dahua looked shocked from a distance, knowing Xu Wendong was strong, otherwise, he wouldn’t have brought so many underlings to settle the old score.
But never in his wildest dreams did he expect Xu Wendong to be this powerful.
He had spent years in the martial world and believed he had seen so incredibly fierce individuals, but those couldn’t even hold a candle compared to Xu Wendong.
As he was still reeling from his shock, a middle-aged man scread as he flew towards him. Luckily, he dodged just in ti; otherwise, he would have been hit.
"Get the hell out of my sight!"
Accompanied by Xu Wendong’s thunderous roar, the last middle-aged man was sent flying with a punch. Xu Wendong, face twisted with rage, grinded his teeth as he walked over to Zhao Dahua by the business car.
"Wh-what do you want?" Zhao Dahua was terrified, seeing sixty or seventy n trampled by one person in less than five minutes felt unbelievable, even though he witnessed it firsthand.
At that mont, he wanted to escape but was completely intimidated by Xu Wendong’s presence; his legs felt like they were filled with lead and couldn’t lift.
"We don’t have any deep hatred between us, right?" Xu Wendong’s eyes were icily cold.
Zhao Dahua kept saying, "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, it’s all a misunderstanding."
"If it’s a misunderstanding, can’t we resolve it by talking it out?" A trace of severity appeared on Xu Wendong’s face, "I hope our business ends here. If you dare trouble again, next ti, I won’t be rciful!" He spoke, punching the car’s A-pillar next to Zhao Dahua.
Boom!
The A-pillar instantly caved in a large dent, scaring Zhao Dahua till he fell to the ground, a light yellow puddle forming beneath him.
The car’s A-pillar could withstand the impact from a collision, being exceptionally solid, yet Xu Wendong’s punch damaged it; how terrifying was that strength?
If he hit fully forced on him, wouldn’t he be turned into a pulp?
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