Chapter 108: The Transfer

The first knee strike was only the beginning, followed by attacks like a storm. Rihuo had no power to resist, kneeling on the ground, hitting his chin, throat, shoulders, and heart. Because of the heavy blow to his throat, he could only make muffled sounds. In no time, he was covered in blood.

“Get him!” Xiao Jingyang shouted angrily. “Hurry up and grab this kid!”

But the people around had never seen such cruel and ruthless methods before. For a moment, they were all intimidated by Zuo Zhicheng, and no one dared to step forward.

“Let’s rush him together! Can this kid really handle all of us by himself?” Xiao Jingyang said, frustrated. “If we let him walk out of this door today, we won’t be able to stay in Xinlu anymore!”

“Grab this kid! I’ll give each of you a thousand coins later.”

Encouraged and persuaded by Xiao Jingyang, the group finally regained their courage. Led by Qin Wu and several other martial hall masters, they closed in on Zuo Zhicheng.

“Ah!!!!”

Over there, Rihuo seemed to finally catch his breath. He roared and tried to stand up, then swiped a claw at Zuo Zhicheng’s head.

“Did I say you could stand up?”

With cold words, Zuo Zhicheng casually grabbed a wine jug from the table and smashed it directly on Rihuo’s head. The jug shattered, and then Zuo Zhicheng grabbed a piece of the broken jug and stabbed it into Rihuo’s knee. Rihuo screamed and fell to the ground again.

Rihuo cried out, “Stop! Stop hitting me!”

Zuo Zhicheng ignored him and used the shard to cut the tendons in his hands. Rihuo was left lying on the ground, his face ashen.

Then Zuo Zhicheng turned and coldly glanced at the charging crowd. He lifted a stool and threw it at Qin Wu, who was closest to him, only a few meters away.

Qin Wu was hit by the stool with a crack. Then a bowl of hot soup came splashing toward him. He let out a startled cry and tried his best to dodge, but half of his body was still drenched in the scalding soup. As soon as he opened his eyes, Zuo Zhicheng poked a finger into his eyeball. Qin Wu screamed and fell to the ground.

After taking down Qin Wu, Zuo Zhicheng walked step by step toward where Xiao Jingyang stood. Someone threw a punch at him, but Zuo Zhicheng used chopsticks to pierce the person’s palm. Someone tried to grab him, but Zuo Zhicheng slapped him so hard that he got a concussion.

Many others tried to surround him, attacking with fists, palms, feet, and claws, but Zuo Zhicheng always managed to evade their attacks by a hair’s breadth, breaking their moves and countering.

Some fell with broken hands, some bled from their seven orifices and couldn’t move, some were thrown against walls or tables and knocked unconscious, and others were pierced by wine jars or chopsticks, unable to fight any longer.

Zuo Zhicheng’s movements were still so relaxed. Everyone could clearly see each of his actions, but his hands seemed to carry a demonic quality. Every move was filled with bone-crushing power. Ordinary furniture, bowls, and chopsticks became deadly weapons in his hands.

By the time Zuo Zhicheng reached Xiao Jingyang, everyone had stopped attacking. The remaining dozen or so martial artists trembled as they looked at Zuo Zhicheng. Glancing around, the Training Ground was filled with the wounded.

Besides them, other martial artists like Wang Qiang, who were dissatisfied with Chaoyang Martial Hall and had not attacked Zuo Zhicheng, stood at the very edge, staring dumbfounded at Zuo Zhicheng in the center. Seeing him single-handedly take down over a hundred martial artists, their minds went blank.

“How… how is this possible!”

“Why does he know all the martial arts of our eighteen martial halls?”

“This is true Martial Arts!” Wang Qiang’s eyes were full of longing. “Seeking revenge freely, facing the enemy alone—this is what a Martial Artist should be.”

The remaining martial artists who had not fallen had completely lost their fighting spirit. They looked at Zuo Zhicheng with fear in their eyes; to them, he was like a devil, a monster.

Although Xiao Jingyang still stood firm and did not retreat in the face of Zuo Zhicheng, his slightly trembling hands and the cold sweat on the back of his neck betrayed him.

“I never expected… I never expected Jiang Tianzheng to take on such a good disciple. May I ask, why is your Martial Arts so powerful?”

“Didn’t your son tell you? I’m a genius.” Zuo Zhicheng smiled and said, “I can learn all your Martial Arts just by watching once.”

Zuo Zhicheng patted Xiao Jingyang’s face, as if threatening a child. Although a flash of anger crossed Xiao Jingyang’s face, the situation was against him. Looking at the disciples at his feet, he had no choice but to endure it.

Like patting a pet dog, Zuo Zhicheng patted Xiao Jingyang’s cheek and said, “From today on, Chaoyang Martial Hall belongs to me. It will be renamed Haoran Martial Hall. Do you have any objections?”

“Impossible… Ah!!” Xiao Jingyang hugged his right hand, his face contorted in pain. His index finger had been twisted by Zuo Zhicheng to a hundred and forty or fifty degrees, completely broken.

Xiao Changhe wanted to rush forward, but Zuo Zhicheng’s glare made him retreat. A wave of killing intent made him feel like a lamb before Zuo Zhicheng, not daring to act out.

‘Damn it! Go on, Xiao Changhe.’

‘Are you just going to watch your father be humiliated?’

‘Where is your courage?’

But no matter how much he screamed inside, he did not dare to take another step, as if there were a gun behind him. Compared to animals or Corpse Humans, humans were sometimes more easily broken by things like a glare or presence.

Facing the more than a hundred people lying on the Training Ground, Xiao Changhe’s courage had completely vanished.

Zuo Zhicheng sighed softly. “I could kill you and have your son pass the martial hall to me. What do you think?”

‘A wise man doesn’t fight when the odds are against him. I’ll agree for now, then rely on Lord Liu to charge him with murder and robbery.’ Thinking of ways to deal with Zuo Zhicheng, Xiao Jingyang nodded with a grim expression.

“Good that you agreed.” Zuo Zhicheng looked around and said calmly, “Then, starting today, my master Jiang Tianzheng will be the chairman of the Xinlu Martial Arts Association, and I will be the vice chairman. I wonder if any of you have objections?”

There was a deathly silence. Apart from the moans of the wounded on the ground, no one answered Zuo Zhicheng’s question. Zuo Zhicheng scanned the crowd, and everyone he looked at couldn’t help but lower their heads, afraid to meet his gaze.

“Since no one opposes, everyone agrees.” Zuo Zhicheng patted Xiao Jingyang’s shoulder. “I’ll come to take over the martial hall tomorrow and hold a meeting. Don’t forget to attend, everyone. Tomorrow, we’ll decide the future development plan for our Martial Arts Association.”