The young man's voice was very loud, and it quickly attracted a lot of attention.
Once one's mental strength reaches a certain level, one can roughly sense the opponent's strength before entering the room.
His strength can be comprehensively reflected in his speed, aura, and even the degree of ground tremor after each step he takes.
This young man named Zhang Zhe is extremely strong, probably around the second level of intermediate martial arts.
The opponent took the initiative and gave Shen Qian no time to prepare. In the blink of an eye, they were ten meters away, their fists already poised to strike.
Shen Qian turned his head and glanced at Ding Yi. Seeing that Ding Yi had already moved far away without him needing to remind him, he felt relieved, exhaled, and stomped his right foot heavily on the ground, throwing a punch as well.
Bang!
Like a thunderclap from a clear sky, the two were struck by fists enveloped in vital energy.
At that very moment, a subtle, enigmatic smile suddenly appeared on Zhang Zhe's lips, whose face had been filled with fighting spirit.
Someone greeted you!
The next moment, Zhang Zhe suddenly raised his left hand, which had been hanging down, and struck Shen Qian's face with a speed three times faster than before.
The ferocious power contained within it even surpasses that of a sixth-level intermediate martial artist.
He concealed his true strength.
Moreover, there are many hidden features.
This wasn't a friendly sparring match at all; his opponent came to seriously injure him, or perhaps...
humiliation.
In front of everyone, he defeated Shen Qian in one move.
People won't delve into Zhang Zhe's actual strength; they'll only remember that Shen Qian was defeated by a freshman from Beiwu University.
A martial arts champion, nothing special.
Zhang Zhe stared at Shen Qian with a look of satisfaction in his eyes.
What could be more satisfying than punching a martial arts champion until he's black and blue?
In the blink of an eye, there was no time for Shen Qian to think... Well, there was no need to think, because the system had taken over Shen Qian's body in milliseconds.
Shen Qian himself was only comparable to a mid-level martial artist at the third stage, and was clearly no match for Zhang Zhe.
While Zhang Zhe was slightly taken aback, the face in front of him underwent a subtle yet significant change.
What's most impressive is those deep, dark eyes.
Those eyes seemed not to belong to any living being.
These thoughts flashed by in an instant, and soon the excruciating pain disrupted Zhang Zhe's thoughts.
Unbeknownst to him, Shen Qian's right hand had transformed from a fist into a palm, gripping his right fist. A terrifying force struck, and his joints cracked as if they were about to shatter at any moment.
Zhang Zhe did not back down. A fierce look appeared on his face. He ignored his right hand, which was about to break, and instead increased the speed of his left fist.
squeak!
However, his confident punch... missed.
Shock and astonishment appeared on Zhang Zhe's face at the same time, his eyes filled with disbelief.
He had been planning this punch for a long time. Not only did he conceal his strength in advance to confuse Shen Qian, but the angle and timing of his punch just now were also extremely tricky.
There was absolutely no room to dodge before it sank!
But the fact is, he did manage to avoid sinking.
From the side, all you would see is Shen Qian tilting his neck at the last moment, while Zhang Zhe's fist grazed his neck and landed in empty space.
But only from Zhang Zhe's perspective at this moment can one understand how horrifying this scene is.
Because of the neck that was bent forward, it was already at a negative angle!
Have you ever watched a horror movie?
Yes, that's the feeling.
Zhang Zhe's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
He was 100% certain that Shen Qian had broken his own neck to avoid this punch.
Before Zhang Zhe could recover from his shock, Shen Qian's neck snapped back to normal as if it were a spring.
It all seemed like an illusion.
Only the fist that landed squarely on Chen Qian's shoulder served as a reminder to Zhang Zhe: "Young man, have some confidence, you're seeing a ghost!"
"I……"
Zhang Zhe only managed to utter a single, trembling word before Chen Qian's counterattack arrived.
Bang!
A powerful punch slammed into his face, denting his features like a flatbread, and blood gushed out.
Shen Qian released his right hand, and Zhang Zhe, like a kite with a broken string, traced an arc in mid-air before crashing heavily into the roadside flowerbed, completely motionless.
After regaining his senses, Shen Qian didn't check whether Zhang Zhe was alive or dead, nor did he pay attention to the exclamations of the others. He went over, pulled Ding Yi up, and left the scene directly.
Zhang Zhe is a sixth-level martial artist. He shouldn't die. At most, he'll be bedridden for ten days to half a month.
As for martial arts colleges, there are far too many fights like this unless it's a deliberate provocation or someone dies. Generally, the authorities don't investigate unless the public reports it.
It wasn't until Shen Qian led Ding Yi back to the hotel outside the school that Ding Yi, who had been quiet all along, asked, "Shen Qian, what are you thinking about?"
Chen Qian snapped out of his thoughts and asked, "Do you know that Zhang Zhe?"
"Never seen it before," Ding Yi shook his head.
"It seems so," Shen Qian said with a sigh of relief.
"Um?"
“He’s probably not a freshman, or even from Beijing University of Martial Arts. I suspect Zhang Zhe isn’t his real name either,” Shen Qian said, offering his guess.
"You mean..."
Ding Yi understood something. She frowned and thought for a moment, then asked, "Is it Wang Shuo?"
"We're really on the same wavelength; you and I are thinking the same thing."
Shen Qian nodded. "If anyone is targeting me, Wang Shuo is probably my only enemy in Beidu."
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