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Ye Zheng boarded the "Sea King".

The deck was surrounded by a dozen men.

While they were in a state of tension, he ran into an old acquaintance. "Bartender!"

The Bartender's smile was kind, like the sun on a sunny day.

But beneath this mask, what was the real face?

"Hello."

Ye Zheng smiled as he greeted his.

"Great Grandmaster has been waiting for you for a long time."

the bartender said.

Ye Zheng was startled. Initially, he had even wanted to explain his infiltration into the Ocean King's ship.

His motive was to eliminate the hostility of the other side. Unexpectedly, his actions and thoughts were actually the 'Grandmaster'!

Did he expect it?

"I'm honored."

Ye Zheng said.

The Bartender waved his hand, and the dozen or so men left.

They were clearly well-trained and agile, and within seconds there was no one on deck.

The bartender walked in front while Ye Zheng followed behind. They passed through the deck and arrived at the bridge and the control room.

There were many staff members wearing gray uniforms here, who looked like they came from different countries or different races. When they saw the bartender and Ye Zheng enter, they only focused on their work, not raising their heads at all.

Ye Zheng noticed that the instruments and equipment here were densely packed, and were well-equipped. There were a lot that he did not recognize.

In that moment, Ye Zheng was stunned: How is this an exam ship?

It was clearly a military base!

At this moment, the sound of colliding iron chains came from outside. Heavy iron anchor was pulled out of the water. "Sea King!"

Ready to go out.

Ye Zheng was feeling uneasy.

"We're going to the high seas."

The bartender said to Ye Zheng with a smile.

"Is the departure your plan, or is it because of me?"

Ye Zheng asked coldly.

The bartender did not reply, he nodded at Ye Zheng, then passed through the corridor and reached the stairs, walking down the wide ship.

Ye Zheng hesitated for a moment, then followed along.

"Sea King!"

The boat was huge and big, if Ye Zheng guessed right, it was separated by a lot of moving space.

The "iron house" that imprisoned Xiao Chuhuan.

It had to be here.

"What would you do if I didn't come?"

Ye Zheng followed behind the bartender and asked.

"Some people think that they should take the initiative to visit you, while others think that you should be excluded as a factor of instability."

The bartender answered.

Ye Zheng frowned. He could hear from the bartender's words, "Trident!"

The organization was huge, and they were not completely friendly with him.

The bartender went down two flights of stairs and pushed open a hidden iron door.

Ye Zheng was shocked when he walked in.

The ceiling of the large room was decorated with bright ceiling lights and a thick, wooden, antiseptic floor.

On one of the walls, there were over a hundred cold weapons. There were many equipment that even Ye Zheng had never seen before.

On the other side, there were several mirrors, indicating that the practitioner had "corrected his actions."

Used.

Could it be that this was actually a martial arts practice ground or training ground?

A whistle sounded as Ye Zheng felt that he was on the Sea King.

It was slowly accelerating towards the high seas.

At this point, his heart was actually very calm.

"Did you send Xiao Chuhuan to me?"

Ye Zheng asked.

"A gift to express our goodwill."

The Bartender's smile was enigmatic.

"You've been monitoring my movements and checking my address."

Ye Zheng coldly snorted.

Since the bartender was able to accurately send the items to his hotel, it meant that his every move was watched by them.

"It's not that serious."

The Bartender smiled humbly.

"I want to see Gao Xiaowen and your Grandmaster."

Ye Zheng said.

Since Xiao Chuhuan had a prank on her, then she must be with her.

"I brought Mr. Ye here because of the Great Grandmaster's orders."

The Bartender's smile faded.

"If he had an office on board, why didn't he just ask me to come over?"

Ye Zheng asked.

"Great Master wants to test Mr. Ye's potential."

The Bartender said seriously.

"I have already seen the three women, Gao Xiaowen, Han Ruolin and Xiao Chuhuan, in the Palm Hotel of the Qiongdingdao. Didn't they tell you? "

Ye Zheng's tone was somewhat ice-cold.

"Seeing is believing."

The bartender slowly withdrew.

"Truly a unique way of treating guests."

Ye Zheng's tone was full of ridicule.

"Mr. Ye has three chances."

"If I can win three consecutive rounds, the Grandmaster will be able to see you," the bartender said.

"The Grandmaster thinks I'm an optional character in a game?"

Ye Zheng laughed.

The bartender didn't answer. He sat down on a chair by the side of the field.

At this moment, a small secret door opposite opened and a man walked out.

He was dressed in a blue robe, barefooted, his skin was black, and his build was sturdy. He was half a head taller than Ye Zheng, his tiny eyes filled with coldness.

The man walked to Ye Zheng, and sized him up from head to toe, then said: "Siamese, Kenm."

"Ye Zheng."

Ye Zheng nodded.

Siamese was a country in Southeast Asia. The weather was hot and the local people's bodies were not too big.

This guy was at least 1.9 meters tall. In his own country, he could be considered a giant.

Kenm skillfully threw off her robes. Her upper body was bare, and she only wore blue shorts. Her muscles were as sturdy as steel strips.

He nodded towards Ye Zheng in greeting, then executed a "Three Palaces Steps".

He raised his arms to protect his head, supporting his body with his right foot while his left foot tapped the ground in front of him to prepare to strike.

This posture was a fighting posture unique to the Siamese's martial skills. Although it was not good for footsteps, it was convenient for elbow and knee strikes.

"Good posture."

Ye Zheng's legs slightly opened up, his body extremely relaxed.

Kenm was the first to make the move. Using his left leg as a support point, she used her right leg as a middle sweeping kick.

Although Ye Zheng had trained his Siamese Fist Techniques before and understood that this kind of martial art allowed him to win with ferocity, Kenm's strength and speed had still exceeded his expectations.

Facing the sweep kick, Ye Zheng did not retreat or block it, but rather, taking the risk of being struck, he suddenly bent down to hook and kick his opponent's supporting leg.

"Bang!"

Kenm's supporting leg was kicked. It lost its center of gravity and its back slammed into the wooden floor.

Kenm's face revealed an expression of disbelief: I have fought in more than a hundred rounds of battles and fell to the ground in one move, this is truly unprecedented!

However, Ye Zheng did not take advantage of the victory to give chase. Instead, he took two steps back and indicated for him to stand up.

Ye Zheng's kick had the intention of taking advantage of the situation to take advantage of the situation, but it did not cause much damage to Kenm's steel-like body.

For the next minute, the two of them were in a stalemate, only able to strike out with a few probing punches and kicks.

Kenm's arms and legs were long, his attack range was very wide, and Ye Zheng relied on his nimble footsteps to contend with it.

Finally, after Kenm's kick missed him, Ye Zheng's figure flashed and rushed into the inner circle, his right hand fiercely striking towards his opponent's heart.

However, the "inner circle"

The kneecap and the elbow technique were the best moves in Siamese's fist arts!

Kenm's dark face revealed a complacent look.