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Click!

Lightning flashes in the sky.

Scattered raindrops fell.

The air is filled with dusty smell, which is a sign of heavy rain coming.

"It's raining. Today's Taekwondo club's promotional performance can only end here..." The male host, who is a member of the Student Federation's Propaganda Department, spoke quickly to try to calm the situation.

"You must apologize!"

"Apologize!"

"If you don't apologize, this won't end!"

chanted hundreds of students.

"I have done nothing wrong, and it is impossible to apologize. If any of you are dissatisfied, you can come up to the stage and challenge me. This is what you call a man. You can use the power of the crowd to make your voice louder..."

Park Zhengyu slowly shook his head, obviously showing contempt for the Chinese students present.

"well said."

Chen Muze walked towards the stage.

"Handsome guy, don't be impulsive."

"You can't beat him with your body."

"calm!"

Several men and women persuaded Chen Muze, not because they looked down upon Chen Muze, but because they thought that Chen Muze was just like them, incapable of restraining a chicken.

Use your own cognition to measure the strength of others.

Human nature.

"Thank you, I'm calm."

Chen Muze responded to several people with a smile and went on stage to face Park Zhengyu.

Hundreds of people stared at the two people on the stage, feeling that Chen Muche, who was slender and a bit thin, was not as powerful as the boy just now.

Pu Zhengyu thought the same thing, curled his lips and raised his hand towards Chen Muze.

Big raindrops fell.

No one left.

Hundreds of people were waiting with bated breath for the upcoming fight, or waiting to see how Chen Muze would be beaten.

"What's the point of bullying the weak?"

A sudden sound came.

Chen Muze, Park Zhengyu and hundreds of people in the audience turned their heads.

An old man and a stern young man who seemed to be in his mid-twenties walked side by side.

The two were wearing long robes.

The old man with white beard and hair was wearing a green shirt and cloth shoes, and was carrying a long strip-like object wrapped in cloth on his back.

The young man wears a white gown.

On weekdays, Qinghua Garden is full of men and women in period costumes taking photos, but without exception they are young people in their twenties.

Everyone was surprised when they saw two people approaching and made way for them.

Chen Muze and Ruth recognized the old man at a glance. It was the mysterious old man they met when they went to climb the Wild Great Wall.

The old man claimed to be from Qimen.

Chen Muze stared at the old man. If he could find him, he had some tricks.

Pu Zhengyu saw that both of them were looking at the young Chen Muze. It was obvious that the weak one they called was him, not Chen Muze.

His face suddenly darkened.

"I heard from my senior brother that you have the ability to become a saint. I followed my senior brother and put in a lot of effort to find you, just to see what you can do."

The young man walked up to the stage while talking with his head held high, ignoring Park Zhengyu and facing Chen Muche.

Under the stage, the old man standing in front of the crowd hesitated to speak. This young junior brother had the highest talent in martial arts and was the most favored among all the junior brothers.

Not only does his master like his junior brother, but his master also likes his disciple.

He alone can't stop the little junior brother from doing anything he is determined to do. Then he thought about it: It may not be a bad thing for the proud and arrogant little junior brother to hit a wall.

The old man and the young man in white got into a fight, which surprised hundreds of men and women in the audience.

Supernormal and holy?

Pu Zhengyu glanced at Chen Muche and sneered.

Thinking that the two of them were putting on airs and acting to scare him.

click!

The thunder was harsh.

It was raining heavily.

"Leave here now, I won't argue with you." When Chen Muze said this, he looked at the old man in the audience.

The old man smiled bitterly and said nothing.

The young man in white sneered.

"you……"

Park Zhengyu, who was ignored by the three people, became impatient and planned to throw the two of them off the stage.

"Noisy."

The young man in white suddenly grabbed Park Zhengyu by the collar, waved his arm and threw him out.

Caught off guard, Park Zhengyu screamed, flew several meters and fell to the audience.

"Head coach!"

"Coach Park!"

More than a dozen men and women from the Taekwondo Club rushed over in a hurry, and several of them hurriedly helped Park Zhengyu up.

Park Zhengyu and more than a dozen men and women wearing training uniforms glared at Chen Muze, the young man in white on the stage, and wanted to rush up and beat them.

At the same time, the two people on the stage looked at each other with invisible momentum.

The young man seems to be smiling but not smiling, and his white gown is not blowing in the wind.

The next second, the raindrops falling towards Chen Muze were suddenly blocked by the invisible aura, as if covered by a transparent cover.

Gang gas!

The old man's expression changed continuously.

He had felt this young man's protective energy a month ago, but he never imagined that it would be watertight and how pure his internal energy would be.

The old man who had been practicing Qi for a long time could not imagine it.

The young man in white's originally arrogant smile froze and his eyes widened. He was even more surprised than the old man in the audience.

For so many years, he has been obsessed with martial arts, studied and practiced diligently, and believed that he would be invincible in the secular world.

At this moment, he felt unprecedented pressure.

In this world, there really is someone who has stronger inner strength than his master, much more so. What he cannot accept the most is that this person is younger and more handsome than him.

"well."

The young man in white, trying his best to stabilize his mood, narrowed his eyes and said two things in a row. Since he met a master he had never seen before, how could he miss it.

"sword!"

The young man in white was domineering and reached out to the old man in the audience for a sword.

The old man had no choice but to take off the long object wrapped in cloth from his back and throw it to the junior brother who stood proudly on the stage.

The young man in white caught the long object and shook it violently. The cloth wrapped in the object exploded and turned into flying rags.

Hundreds of people in the audience, including Park Zhengyu and a dozen men and women from the Taekwondo Club, all stared with wide eyes, as if they had witnessed the most incredible scene.

scold!

The long sword is unsheathed.

The young man in white knew that Chen Muze's combat power was unparalleled, so the reason he insisted on fighting was this sword, which was called Juque.

The young man in white raised his long sword. The tip of the sword was pointed directly at Chen Muze's face. His toes were firmly on the ground. The sword and man were united, and they shot towards Chen Muze like an arrow from the string.

UI.

This seemingly simple move of the young man in white is closely related to this method. It is faster than lightning and can pass a distance of five or six meters in a flash, and it contains endless back moves.

It would be difficult for other practitioners in the world to resist him.

Chen Muze looked at the sword tip piercing his face and smiled slightly. In his eyes, the opponent's movements were slower than the slow-motion picture.

When the tip of the sword was less than one centimeter away from the tip of his nose, he calmly raised his hand and flicked the sword with his fingers.

clang!

The not-so-thick sword body was flicked lightly by Chen Muze, and a rich rhythm erupted, almost like a long bell.

Centered on the landing point of Chen Muche's slender finger, the energy collapsed and the rain curtain exploded.

The frightened young man in white felt as if his whole arm was being electrocuted. He was numbed by the force of Chen Muze's snap of his fingers. The tiger's mouth was so painful that it almost burst open, and the giant sword was about to escape.

Fortunately, the young man in white has profound knowledge of swordsmanship and remains calm in the face of danger.

The moment the giant sword came out of his hand, he gritted his teeth and shook his wrist, forcibly transforming the tyrannical force exerted on the sword by Chen Muze.

The giant sword that escaped his control seemed to have spirituality, spinning in a large circle around his back and falling into the other hand.

He swung his sword at the fastest speed in his life and slashed Chen Muze's throat.

Even though he was at a disadvantage as soon as he started, the young man in white still completed these movements in one go and was exquisite.

The people in the audience were stunned.

This is real Kung Fu!