Chapter 107: I Heard You Can Fight

“Kid, you’re looking for death!”

“Damn it, who let him in?”

“This kid is insane.”

Before Zuo Zhicheng even finished speaking, the entire Chaoyang Martial Hall erupted into chaos. Most of the martial arts masters and disciples stood up, looking at Zuo Zhicheng as if he were a dead man.

“He seems to be Jiang Tianzheng’s disciple.”

“Is he here to seek justice for Jiang Tianzheng?”

“So impulsive. If he had waited ten or eight years, he might have had a chance.”

“Let’s see how Xiao Jingyang deals with this.”

Although the people from Chaoyang Martial Hall pointed at Zuo Zhicheng and shouted insults, no one rushed out without Xiao Jingyang’s order. Rihuo glanced at Zuo Zhicheng with disdain and continued drinking, as if the other party wasn’t worth his attention.

Xiao Changhe frowned, for some reason feeling a sense of foreboding.

Xiao Jingyang’s face darkened. He looked at the plaque under Zuo Zhicheng’s feet, stood up, and waved his hand. The surrounding noise and insults gradually faded away.

He spoke to Zuo Zhicheng slowly, “Did your master not teach you what rules are?” He stroked the beard on his chin and said lightly, “Since you don’t understand the rules, I’ll teach you on behalf of your master today. Ahao, Alun…”

“No need for all that trouble.” Zuo Zhicheng stretched his limbs and twisted his neck. “To save you from complaining after the fight, I’ll take all of you on together.”

“Screw you!” A student from Chaoyang Martial Hall cursed and threw a wine jar at Zuo Zhicheng from behind, aiming directly at the back of his head.

But Zuo Zhicheng seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. He turned around and caught the flying wine jar, then casually threw it back. The speed of the return throw was more than twice as fast as when it came. The person didn’t even have time to blink before the wine jar smashed into his forehead, and he fell to the ground, bleeding profusely.

This was like a spark igniting a barrel of oil. The entire scene instantly descended into chaos. First, the members of Chaoyang Martial Hall immediately stood up and charged toward Zuo Zhicheng in the center.

Some people from other martial halls stepped back, unwilling to get involved in a many-against-one fight.

Others rushed forward as well, wanting to teach Zuo Zhicheng a lesson or to gain face in front of Xiao Jingyang.

And Zuo Zhicheng was like a rock standing firm against the waves. No matter what kind of attack came, he remained unharmed.

He didn’t use sheer speed or strength, nor did he rely on the Yama Golden Body technique. Zuo Zhicheng simply stood in place.

One person raised a fist and swung it toward his face. Zuo Zhicheng directly grabbed the fist, twisted the entire arm, and then kicked the person in the face. The person screamed and rolled away.

Another person attacked from the side, using a move from the Swimming Fish Palm technique. His hand chop, like a watermelon knife, stabbed toward Zuo Zhicheng’s waist. But Zuo Zhicheng’s hands moved like a large millstone, sweeping over the extended palm and breaking the bones in the hand into more than a dozen pieces. The person cried out in agony and stumbled backward.

Yet another burly man from Chaoyang Martial Hall let out a low shout. His entire body moved like an eagle swooping down, his iron claws descending from above toward Zuo Zhicheng’s head. Zuo Zhicheng dodged it by a hair’s breadth, and without even turning his head, he threw a punch backward, hitting the man squarely in the crotch. The man screamed in pain and fell to the ground, unable to get up.

There was no dizzying speed or earth-shattering strength. With the help of his left eye, Zuo Zhicheng could see the flow of force before his opponents even made their moves. All martial arts and fighting techniques seemed to have no secrets before him.

Before others could even strike, he already knew what they were going to do. What appeared before everyone was an elegant performance, like playing the piano. Zuo Zhicheng countered every move, and each counter was vicious. Those who were struck back were either dead or injured. So many people rushed at him, yet none could make him move both feet from his standing position at the same time.

With one hand, he caught an incoming punch, while the other hand slammed directly into another person’s armpit. Then, he lifted that person and threw him at several others charging toward him. These people fell to the ground in a heap, but Zuo Zhicheng didn’t even glance at them. Instead, he threw another punch, hitting another disciple who was flying toward him with a kick squarely in the stomach.

His flowing movements looked as if they had been rehearsed beforehand. Not a single action was wasted. The third evolution of his Innate Primordial Breath had further enhanced his brain’s calculation and memory abilities. Combined with the flow of force observed by his left eye, it made him even more terrifying when dealing with these martial artists.

In just a few minutes, more than ten people lay at his feet, with broken bones and continuous groans.

Dealing with these humans was much easier for Zuo Zhicheng than dealing with those Corpse Humans who couldn’t be detected by his Infrared Vision.

The remaining disciples surrounded Zuo Zhicheng, but for a moment, no one dared to step forward.

This series of fierce fights not only shocked the disciples involved but also left the martial hall masters at the back looking at each other in disbelief.

“What kind of demonic technique is this?”

“Such powerful martial arts. He seems to be very familiar with all of our techniques.”

“Incredible. This kid wasn’t this strong half a month ago. How did he become so fierce? So many people can’t even take him down?”

“He seems to have used our martial hall’s Cross Hands technique.”

“And our martial hall’s Chasing Wind Eighteen Hammers.”

Xiao Changhe and Zhou Xingyun also stood up in shock. They looked at each other, their eyes full of disbelief.

“I told you… I told you I wasn’t mistaken…” Xiao Changhe ran toward Xiao Jingyang. “Father, I told you, this kid is a freak. He learns any martial art just by seeing it once.”

With a slap, Xiao Changhe stared blankly at Xiao Jingyang, seemingly not understanding why the other had struck him.

“Waste.” Xiao Jingyang scolded, then turned to Rihuo. “Rihuo, take care of this kid.” The scene he had just witnessed made him shudder with fear. Even he wasn’t confident he could handle Zuo Zhicheng, who was unbelievably strong.

Rihuo slammed the half-finished cup of wine to the ground. “Damn it, after dealing with the old one, the young one shows up. You little bastard, after I finish with you, I’ll go to your martial hall and clean out all your trash again. Let’s see who dares…”

Before he could finish, a chilling sensation washed over his body. It was a longing for life, a fear of death—his survival instinct telling him:

You are going to die.

A pair of pale, moonlit hands had somehow reached his cheeks. Without anyone noticing, Zuo Zhicheng had appeared in front of Rihuo, his hands resting on the other’s face.

“I heard you can fight?”

“Ah… Uh…”

A surge of murderous intent pressed toward him, seemingly rubbing against his face. Rihuo wanted to say something, but he felt an indescribable sense of oppression rising in his heart, making his limbs stiff and rendering him speechless.

Boom! As if hit head-on by a truck, Rihuo had no chance to resist. Zuo Zhicheng twisted his head and slammed it toward his own knee. Rihuo’s face looked like a scene from a car accident—his nose broken, lips split, and blood streaming down.