"I heard that Master Bangu's dojo of Liushuiyanshakenquan is on this mountain?"
The scarred man looked around arrogantly, his eyes lingered on the table full of delicious food for a moment, and then he sneered disdainfully, "Oh, it seems that the martial arts master who is rumored to be highly respected is just an old man who is greedy for pleasure!"
Bangu frowned slightly, but soon relaxed his brows, still maintaining a amiable smile: "My friend, what can I do for you?"
"Stop pretending!" The scarred man slammed the table, shaking the hot pot soup. "I am the third-generation leader of the Cool Dao School - Ghost Blade! I came here today to challenge you! I want to show you what real martial arts is!"
Di Wang narrowed his eyes and looked at this group of uninvited guests, secretly surprised.
Looking for the third-ranked Silver Fang in the S-class to challenge? Isn't this just looking for death?
As Bangu's only disciple now, Cha Lanzi was the first one who couldn't sit still.
He stood up with a thump, veins popping out on his forehead: "How dare you! You dare to speak rudely to my master! If you want to challenge me, you have to get past me first!"
"Oh?" Ghost Blade looked up and down at the delicate face under Cha Lanzi's afro and smiled contemptuously, "Quite imposing. But..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ghost Blade's figure suddenly became blurred!
"Bang!"
With a dull thud, Cha Lanzi didn't even see how the other party attacked before she flew backwards!
"Be careful with the hot pot!" Saitama was quick-eyed and quick-handed. He stretched out his chopsticks and accurately clamped Cha Lanzi's collar, hovering him above the boiling hot pot.
Cha Lanzi's nose was bleeding, and her face was filled with shame: "Master... I have brought shame to our sect..."
Bang Gu, who was protecting his own shortcomings, slowly straightened his hunched body, with a cold light flashing in his eyes: "It's okay, you have done a good job."
Although the old man still maintained a kind expression, his aura was no longer the same——
That is the feeling of oppression that only the truly strong can possess!
Just as Bang was about to take action himself, a slender and strong hand stopped him.
“Old man,” Di Wang pressed his fingers together, making crisp sounds, “Since I have learned your Liushui Rock Crushing Fist, I am considered half a disciple of the Liushui school. When facing those who come to challenge you, it is only right for me, the younger generation, to take the first step.”
Bangu stared at Di Wang's determined eyes, and after a moment, nodded slightly.
Di Wang walked calmly towards the center of the dojo, the hem of his coat fluttering in the wind.
He hooked his finger at Ghost Blade and said, "Come on, let me see what Cool Dao Liu is capable of."
"Looking for death!" Ghost Blade grinned and suddenly attacked.
His muscles swelled rapidly, veins popped out, and he pounced towards Di Wang like a human-shaped violent bear.
Poison Dragon Heart-Drilling Palm!
The palm strike with a bloody smell went straight to Di Wang’s heart!
If this move hits, the tricky palm force can instantly kill a person!
At the critical moment, Di Wang's body tilted naturally like flowing water and narrowly avoided the fatal blow.
At that moment, his right hand formed into a claw shape and lightly brushed along the inside of the ghost blade's arm -
Flowing Rock Crushing Fist: Diversion Style!
“Crack!”
A crisp bone-breaking sound was heard, and Ghost Blade's right arm suddenly fell limply!
“Ah!!” Ghost Blade screamed like a pig being slaughtered, staggering back a few steps, “How dare you…! Brothers, attack together!”
Upon hearing this, more than a dozen disciples of Kudaoliu immediately drew out various weapons they carried with them and rushed towards Di Wang from all directions!
Facing the siege, Di Wang calmly performed the starting posture of the Flowing Water and Rock-Breaking Fist.
Although his moves were not yet proficient enough, combined with his strong physique, he was more than capable of dealing with these ordinary warriors.
Flowing Rock Crushing Fist·Whirlpool Style!
Di Wang's body spun like a whirlpool in the water, and every attack he made accurately hit the enemy's joints or acupoints.
The disciples of Kudao-ryu fell one after another, either wailing while holding their dislocated arms, or rolling around while holding their numb thighs.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Ghost Blade quietly reached for his waist with his left hand——
"call out!"
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