He hadn't imagined that these so-called martial arts school graduates would dominate the entire martial arts world! He had originally chosen more lucrative options, but hadn't considered this martial arts school. In his opinion, it was just a stupid game for a bunch of old men to kill time. He hadn't expected that one day...
As more and more people came, the members of the Demon Cult began to feel uneasy. They had previously taken the opportunity to defeat those famous and upright sects, and the Demon Cult was now the only one in power. However, today, the number of the other party was actually showing a tendency to surpass that of the Demon Cult!
The last woman to come out held up a piece of paper and asked, "Do you still want this month's bonus?"
As soon as these words were spoken, half of the aggressive members of the Demon Cult instantly lost their momentum and began to whisper to each other.
Jiang Rou shouted crisply, "From now on, those who leave the Demon Cult will have their base salary increased by 10%! Double pay at the end of the year, an extra day off per week, and working hours shortened to four hours! Leave for weddings and funerals will be extended!"
The Demon Cult was in an uproar. The leader of the Demon Cult realized the problem, but it was too late. After the first person shouted that he would quit the Demon Cult, the second and third followed, and finally a large group of people simply left the team.
There are only more than ten people left in the huge team. These more than ten people are the winners of these years. They exploited and squeezed them in every possible way. Most of the money earned through tailwind went into their pockets. As workers, the believers still received the lowest salary and worked like beasts of burden.
"Have you admitted defeat? You can't beat me in using your brain." Fang Zhiyi said softly. He stood in front of the fearless leader Qie. The old men from the martial arts school also followed him and each chose an opponent.
In a flash of lightning, the two men exchanged blows, their speed as fast as lightning. However, this thrilling duel did not last long. After just a few moves, the winner was decided.
Fang Zhiyi took the opponent's full-strength palm strike head-on, which made his body tremble violently. However, he did not fall down. Instead, he gritted his teeth and used all his strength to smash his fist into the leader's heart.
There was a dull thud, and the leader's body flew out like a kite with its string cut. Blood immediately gushed out of his mouth and nose.
Looking at the leader's unwilling expression and his wide-open eyes, Fang Zhiyi felt a little sad.
The leader fell to the ground with a thud, his body twitching a few times before he stopped moving. He had obviously not expected Fang Zhiyi to choose such a life-or-death fight, and this reckless attack left him completely defenseless.
Fang Zhiyi stood swaying, his chest aching as if struck by a hammer, yet he forced himself to hold back. His gaze swept over the dozen or so people still engaged in fierce fighting, a sneer playing on his lips.
"From this day on, the Demon Cult is gone." His voice, though low, carried an unshakable majesty. He waved his hand and shouted at the students who were still stunned, "What are you still standing there for? Are you waiting for your teacher to die? Are you not good at a group fight?"
The group of students who came to support woke up as if from a dream. They immediately understood Fang Zhiyi's meaning and shouted in unison. The cry of killing suddenly resounded through the world.
Fang Zhiyi clutched his chest and stumbled forward. Seeing this, Jiang Rou hurried forward to support him, but Fang Zhiyi waved his hand, rejecting her offer. He continued walking step by step, as if the world had nothing to do with him.
He walked through the city, past the bustling streets, and finally arrived at his martial arts school. The gates of the school were closed, looking a little deserted. Fang Zhiyi stood in front of the door, gazing at the familiar door, his heart filled with emotion.
Xiao Hei didn't say a word the whole time.
This is the real world of martial arts. It is not smooth sailing and is full of intrigue. Even Fang Zhiyi, the students, doesn't know whether they will become the "devil cult" or the local tyrants in the future, but it doesn't matter.
"When can I go home?" Fang Zhiyi said softly.
Xiao Hei trembled: "Host, it's almost there."
Fang Zhiyi looked at the irregular body beside him that exuded a strange aura, shook his head and laughed, "Your penis looks really ugly."
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