"Everyone, move to the sides." Many martial artists were spontaneously clearing the field.
In an instant, as Uncle Ling and Master Li stepped into the center, nearly two hundred martial artists spread out on their own.
"Master Li, last time I conceded half a move to you." Uncle Ling stood in the center, looking at Master Li who was five meters away, "Today, it might be different."
"Master Ling’s martial arts are superior to mine." Master Li was about ten years younger than Uncle Ling, "I won only because of my youth and slightly stronger physical power."
"Such grace from both Grandmasters!"
"This is true humility!"
The people around and in the stands exclaimed, even more eager for the ’old versus new generation’ stunning duel.
The entire sports hall was so silent you could hear a pin drop.
A voice at the entrance caught the attention of a small group at the door.
But as Zhang Feng came in carrying the crippled Yu God, the attention turned into an uproar!
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"It’s a gunshot wound! That’s a gunshot wound!"
The commotion at the entrance drew everyone’s attention.
Including Uncle Ling and Master Li in the center, who also cast puzzled glances toward the entrance.
But the next second, after his initial shock, Master Li’s expression became complicated, partly glad that a strong rival was gone, partly lamenting the loss of a future formidable opponent.
Uncle Ling, however, was furious, and remembered Zhang Feng’s face.
"Yes." Zhang Feng, under the watchful eyes of many, dragged the frightened and humiliated Yu God into the center,
"Fellow martial arts peers, I am not here today to disrupt the exchange, but to find my enemy who is here and whose whereabouts are uncertain. I had no choice but to seek them here."
"You..." Uncle Ling tried to interrupt.
Some people who were unaware of the truth thought Zhang Feng was causing trouble and wanted to close in.
But others stopped those who wanted to rush in, eager to hear what Zhang Feng had to say.
Otherwise, if they strike without hearing a word, what will become of the martial world?
They, as martial artists, instinctively safeguard their small martial world.
"The martial world is also a place of reason, please speak." Master Li believed something major was happening and stepped forward with several elders to block Uncle Ling.
"Thank you." Zhang Feng nodded and looked around, "The martial world is renowned for its fairness, I’m not being unreasonable."
Speaking, Zhang Feng looked at Uncle Ling, whose hatred was palpable,
"My enemies are Master Ling and Yu God. As for personal vendetta, it’s hard to explain as I have no evidence and no one believes me.
However, I went to Yu God’s home this afternoon and collected some of their documents, which I just handed over to the police before entering the exchange.
There is evidence of their drug trafficking and murder inside.
When investigated, you will find that my words are not unfounded.
As for personal enmity, now that I am here, I am a martial artist, speaking not of the world’s land but of swift retribution."
Zhang Feng lifted Yu God in front of some cameras and all eyes, then snapped Yu God’s neck.
Before everyone could react from their shock.
Zhang Feng leaped thirty meters, Beng Fist as mighty as a mountain, striking Uncle Ling’s chest!
Crack! A dull thud of breaking bones, Uncle Ling’s chest caved in entirely, his body flew several meters back, slid along the ground, and only stopped after crashing below the stands over ten meters away.
"Over thirty meters? Shrinking the ground? That’s impossible!"
"One move? Master Ling couldn’t even take one move?!"
Astonished, everyone rose to their feet.
Uncle Ling, who stood among the top ranks in the world and was the center of attention, was killed in a single strike!
Meanwhile, after killing Master Ling, Zhang Feng turned his gaze to the outside of the sports hall.
The disciples saw Zhang Feng looking their way and fearfully parted to the sides, none daring to intervene.
Zhang Feng laughed heartily, in a single step covering nearly forty meters, reaching the front of the sports hall, and in the next step, his figure had already vanished from everyone’s sight, leaving only the sound of inner strength resonating throughout the hall,
"I am Zhang Feng, a man of the martial world, and my vengeance with the two is settled. Farewell, my peers."