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Ye Zheng understood, "Grandmaster"

He had agreed on three matches.

After Kenm, there would definitely be an even more difficult opponent. He did not want to delay any longer, so she took advantage of the moment Kenm missed her kick, and rushed into the inner circle, punching her right fist fiercely into her opponent's chest.

Kenm had two choices: choice 1, twist and hug Ye Zheng, and perform Knee and Elbow fighting; choice 2, relying on his steel-like body and thick muscles, take Ye Zheng's punch head-on, and then attack back at the same time. A heavy knee struck Ye Zheng's chin, causing him to faint for half an hour on the wooden floor.

Kenm chose "Choice 2".

He had full confidence in his strong physique and the timing of his counterattack.

Ye Zheng's fist struck Kenm's strong left chest, as though it had hit hard steel, causing a large portion of the impact to be offset.

Kenm's right knee was like a hammer, fiercely attacking towards Ye Zheng's chin.

One of Ye Zheng's ultimate skills was "Heart Destruction Fist"

Relying on his speed and strength, he could cause his opponent's heart to stop beating temporarily and lose the ability to fight.

If one had the intention to kill, they could use this move to kill.

Kenm's body had trained a lot, and could originally take Ye Zheng's punches head-on. However, at the critical moment, Ye Zheng's fist that was pressed against Kenm's chest, actually released a burst of force!

This was the "Second Drive"!

It was also the so-called "force of an inch".

Some of the top fighting experts would be able to unleash a powerful punch within a short distance.

In that moment, Ye Zheng had surpassed all these experts, and also himself.

Kenm's knee was still an inch away from Ye Zheng's chin. She only felt a dull pain in her heart and was no longer able to use her strength. She staggered back two steps and knelt on one knee.

At this time, the powerful Kenm had become a fish waiting to be slaughtered by others in front of Ye Zheng.

Ye Zheng's attack had actually taken a great risk. If one strike could not knock Kenm to the ground, and if she took the attack head on, even if she did not faint, she would lose most of her fighting strength.

If it was not for him seeking victory in the midst of danger, and she only wanted to meet force with force, Kenm was truly a tough nut to crack!

"With your skills, you should be able to compete in the professional arena of developed countries. With thousands upon thousands of years of wealth, both fame and fortune will come, what difficulties will there be? "

Ye Zheng did not continue to attack Kenm who was kneeling on the ground.

Due to their size, in fighting competitions, large gold belts are often controlled by European beauties, and Asians can only do some work at medium and small levels.

According to Ye Zheng's estimation, Kenm's weight was over 85 kg. If she were to fight in it, it would definitely cause a huge commotion.

"Taunt me?"

Kenm wanted to get up and fight again, but she felt pain in her chest, her four limbs were weak, it was obvious that she had suffered from this punch, which affected the efficiency of her heart's blood supply.

"True."

Ye Zheng smiled.

"There are more important causes in the world than fame and making money."

Kenm's Mandarin was rather fluent.

He was rather magnanimous, and although he was defeated by Ye Zheng, he was not angry. After adjusting himself, he slowly stood up and bowed towards Ye Zheng, then walked to the side of the stage and picked up his robe.

Although he had already recovered most of his strength, he still found it difficult to walk.

"What business?"

Ye Zheng ridiculed, "Practicing martial arts below the deck of the ship?"

Kenm did not argue and bowed to Ye Zheng again. Then, he retreated and opened the secret door and walked out.

Ye Zheng knew that the Siamese Fist Art's etiquette was strict, so he did not think it was strange.

"Beautiful."

The Bartender, seated off to the side, looked pleased.

"This fellow is very powerful."

Ye Zheng said: "If I were him, I would definitely fight in a professional boxing match."

"He volunteered to serve the Grandmaster."

The Bartender spoke softly.

The door opened again and a man walked out.

This person wore a light gray sports coat. He had a messy blond hair, a tall nose, deep eyes, and a short stature. However, his walking posture was as energetic as a cheetah. He was impressively Caucasian.

"Wei Lianmu from Ying Ji Lan."

The foreign man was obviously not good at Chinese and introduced himself in English.

Just as the bartender wanted to translate for him, he did not expect Ye Zheng to speak English too.

"Ye Zheng."

Although Ye Zheng's English was a little sluggish, it was enough to express his thoughts, "You're from English? It's pretty nice there, but it rains all the time, and it's so wet it can't stand it. "

Ingrid, an island nation of Western Europe, was once famous for a time in history. Although she no longer had the glory of the past, her economic and military might still ranked her in the top seven of the world.

Ye Zheng was in the "Scarlet Flames"

During the Special Forces period, he had spent time with his teammates, studied in English, and had a conversation with the Special Forces of the country.

"I haven't been back in years."

Wei Lianmu said.

"Well, Prodigal Son, how are we going to fight? With nothing in hand, or an instrument? "

Ye Zheng asked.

Wei Lianmu nodded and looked at Ye Zheng, then took down a long rod from the wall.

This stick was made from a springy white wax stick. It was about 1.5 meters long.

He grabbed the middle of the stick and spun it around like a windmill, with great skill.

"You've learned the techniques of our country?"

Ye Zheng said in shock.

"There are also traditional martial arts in Yingjilan, but few people practice it now."

Wei Lianmu said: "The long rod is only one of the tools I use to practice."

"I guess your traditional martial arts style includes two-handed swords and flail."

As Ye Zheng said this, he also walked in front of the wall and took out a similar long rod.

He did not spin the staff or play with the flowers. Instead, he calmly grabbed the end of the staff and weighed it before saying, "We can begin."

Wei Lianmu attacked first.

He did not grab the end of the staff and fully utilized the length of the weapon. Instead, he grabbed the middle part of the stick and used both ends to attack.

As a result, even though the attack range had been shortened, both ends of the stick could still be attacked, making the dexterity greatly increased.

Ye Zheng held onto the part of the long rod, using the length of the rod to control the distance.

Ye Zheng's pole technique combined with the usage of the pike, not only could it attack, it could even nimbly pierce the opponent's torso and legs.

In truth, Ye Zheng had only practiced his pole techniques for a short period of time, and was not proficient in it. However, they were, after all, intertwined together, and after exchanging more than ten blows, Ye Zheng's movements had become more fluid and proficient, he did not hesitate at all.

The wooden sticks collided repeatedly, emitting a crisp sound.

Wei Lianmu's pole technique's changes were unfathomable, much more so than Ye Zheng's. However, Ye Zheng relied on his nimble footwork and positioning to maintain a safe distance from the beginning to the end. Wei Lianmu increased the speed of his footwork, but was still unable to rush into the inner circle.

Gradually, Ye Zheng increased the frequency of his attacks, wanting to force his opponent to surrender within ten rounds.

He nimbly slid forward, and at the same time, his longstaff was like a python, thrusting towards Wei Lianmu's lower abdomen.

With one hand holding the rod, the other hand actually grabbed onto Ye Zheng's pole quickly. With the other hand, he kicked, breaking Ye Zheng's pole right in the middle.