Silent Killing

The first knee strike was just the beginning, and the next was a storm-like attack. Chin, throat, shoulders, heart socket, and sunfire fell to the ground without resistance. Because of the blow from the throat, the mouth could only The sound of wu wu was made, and after a while Kung Fu was already covered with blood.

“Come on!” Xiao Jingyang said angrily: “You can’t catch this kid yet!”

But when all the people around saw such a brutal, very ruthless method, Zuo Zhicheng was calmed down for a while, and no one caught up.

“Let ’s go together, can this boy deal with so many of us alone?” Xiao Jingyang said angrily: “If we let him go out of this door today, then we won’t be in Xinlu anymore!”

“Catch this boy! I’ll give you 1000 money each.”

The entire group was persuaded and encouraged by Xiao Jingyang, and finally regained its momentum, led by Qin Wu and several other dojo curators, moved towards Zuo Zhicheng.

“what!!!!”

Over there, it seemed that the fire had finally taken a sigh of relief, roaring, trying to stand up, and then paw to the top of the head.

“Did I get you up?”

With the cold words, Zuo Zhicheng grabbed the jug on the table and knocked the jug directly on the head of Sunfire. The jug burst, and then Zuo Zhicheng grabbed a fragment and inserted it in Sunfire On his knees, the other screamed and fell to the ground again.

Rihuo cried, “Don’t fight! Don’t fight!”

Zuo Zhicheng ignored him, then cut off his tendons with fragments, leaving Rihuo dead on the ground.

Then he turned back and looked at the crowd rushing coldly, raised a stool, and moved towards the first Qin Wu. The other party was only a few meters away from him.

Qin Wu slammed on the stool, and another bowl of hot soup was moved towards him. He screamed, and although he tried his best to avoid it, he was still drowned by the thick soup, Just when he opened his eyes, Zuo Zhicheng clicked a finger on his eyeball and screamed and fell to the ground.

When Qin Wu was down, Zuo Zhicheng moved towards Xiao Jingyang’s position step by step. Someone moved towards him, punched his fist, and pierced his palm with chopsticks. Someone wanted to hug him, and he was hit by a slap in the face and became a concussion.

There are also many people who want to besiege him, and all kinds of fists and claws moved towards Zuo Zhicheng, but he can always crack and counter the opponent’s moves in the slightest attack gap of these people.

Some people fell down holding their broken hands, some people could not bleed to move even a little bit, some people were thrown out directly, smashed to the wall and fainted, and some people were pierced by meat jars and chopsticks. Can’t fight anymore.

Zuo Zhicheng’s movements are still so leisurely, even everyone can clearly see each of his movements, but his hands are just like a demonic essence. With the formidable power, the ordinary furniture tableware has become a lethal weapon in his hands.

When Zuo Zhicheng stepped in front of Xiao Jingyang, everyone had stopped attacking. The remaining dozen martial artists looked at Zuo Zhicheng tremblingly and looked around. The entire martial training stage was already a pity.

In addition to them, other martial artists such as Wang Qiang who are dissatisfied with Rising Sun Dojo and who have not shot at Zuo Zhicheng are standing at the outer periphery, looking at Zuo Zhicheng in the field stupidly. Seeing each other hitting more than 100 Martial Masters by themselves, their heads were already blank.

“How… how could it be!”

“Why would he do all of our 18 dojo efforts.”

“This is the martial arts!” Wang Qiang’s eyes were full of longing: “Be happy and enmity, going alone into enemy lines, this is called a martial artist.”

The remaining Martial Masters on the field have completely lost their fighting spirit. They looked at Zuo Zhicheng’s eyes full of fear, and the opponent was a devil and a monster in their eyes.

Although Xiao Jingyang still stood still, he didn’t step back in the face of Zuo Zhicheng, but his palms trembling slightly and the cold sweat behind his neck had betrayed him.

“I can’t think of it. I can’t think of Jiang Tianzheng receiving such a good disciple. May I ask, why is your martial arts so powerful?”

“Did your son tell you? I am a genius.” Zuo Zhicheng smiled and said, “You kung fu, I learned at a glance.”

Zuo Zhicheng pats Xiao Jingyang’s face as if threatening a child. Although the opponent’s face flashed a little anger, but the form was stronger than humans, looking at the disciples under his feet, he could only endure it.

As if shooting a pet dog, Zuo Zhicheng pats Xiao Jingyang’s cheek while saying, “From today on, Rising Sun Dojo will come to me, and the name will be changed to Haoran dojo. Do you have any comments?”

“It’s impossible … Ah!” Xiao Jingyang hugged his right hand with a twisted face. His index finger had been twisted by 100 to 50 degrees by Zuo Zhicheng, and it was completely broken.

Xiao Jingyang wanted to rush to the side, but Zuo Zhicheng stared back with a look. A volume of murderous aura, he felt like a sheep in front of Zuo Zhicheng, dare not have the slightest impudent.

‘Damn! Come on Xiao Changhe. ‘

‘Did you just watch your father insult? ‘

‘Where did your bones go? ‘

But no matter how he screamed inside, he didn’t dare to take another step, as if there was a gun behind him. Compared with animals or corpses, human beings are sometimes easier to be crushed by things like eyes and momentum.

Faced with more than 100 people falling on the martial training stage, Xiao Changhe’s courage has been disappeared without a trace.

Zuo Zhicheng sighed gently: “I can kill you, and then let your son pass me the dojo, what do you say?”

‘a wise man knows better than to fight when the odds are against him, first promised him, and then relied on Lord Liu’s help, and convicted him of murder and robbery. ‘I was thinking how to deal with Zuo Zhicheng’s method, Xiao Jingyang’s ugly complexion’s nodded.

“It’s OK.” Zuo Zhicheng looked up and looked around all around and said lightly: “From today, my Master Jiang Tianzheng will be the president of Xinlu Martial Arts Association. I’m Vice President. No Do you have any opinions? “

Death-like silence, except for the sorrows of the wounded on the ground, no one answered Zuo Zhicheng’s question. Zuo Zhicheng glanced around, and all the people he saw couldn’t help lowering his head, and didn’t dare to look at him.

“Since there is no objection, that is all agreed.” Zuo Zhicheng pats Xiao Jingyang’s shoulder: “I will receive dojo tomorrow, and then have a meeting, don’t forget to all come to participate, tomorrow we will decide on our martial arts association next Development approach. “