Prison, hall.
Xiahou Wu, who was resting, also saw the report.
"There was a murder case in Salisbury Tunnel the day before yesterday. The victim's name is Mai Rongen!”
"The police speculated that it was a money murder because on the night of the crime, all of Mai Rongen's assets were transferred."
Xiahou Wu frowned deeply as he read the news.
"Shark? Is he dead?"
He had fought Shark before. The other party was quite strong. Ordinary hooligans could not even get close to him, let alone hurt him.
In an instant, an idea popped up in his mind.
"This is not a gang revenge, nor is it a simple money murder!”
"In the martial arts world, someone has become obsessed with martial arts again!”
"Who is it?"
A person suddenly appeared in Xiahou Wu's mind. This person was born with a disability, but he was a martial arts genius who had self-taught the ultimate techniques of various sects.
Among all the martial artists Xiahou Wu had met, he had never seen someone with such stunning martial arts talent.
"Is it him?" Xiahou Wu wasn't too sure, because he hadn't seen the corpse of the shark with his own eyes, so he couldn't make any speculations based on the wounds.
But that person was undoubtedly the most likely!
"We have to think of a way to go out and stop him!" Xiahou Wu knew that a person who was obsessed with martial arts would do crazy things in pursuit of a breakthrough!
To these people, killing was as easy as eating and drinking.
If they could not stop him, the martial arts world would suffer an unprecedented catastrophe!
? Xiahou Wu looked at the group of arrogant prisoners nearby and suddenly had an idea. He walked toward them.
......
As night fell, Feng Ting turned off the lights in the apartment and hailed a taxi to the Jinggang Art Museum.
The art gallery was closed, but that didn't stop it from closing.
With a leap, he directly jumped over the door and entered the art gallery.
All kinds of artwork were displayed in the corridor. Feng Ting was like a tourist who loved art, stopping in front of every artwork.
His crisp footsteps echoed in the empty corridor.
Back hall.
A middle-aged man with a trendy hairstyle was carving a huge skeleton in front of him. This was his painstaking effort that had taken many years, and he was almost done.
Suddenly, the middle-aged man heard footsteps coming from the corridor outside.
He approached from afar and stopped in front of the door of the back hall.
"May I know why you're visiting me so late at night?”the middle-aged man said.
"Hehe, junior Feng Ting is here to ask senior for some pointers!”Feng Ting smiled as he opened the door and walked into the back hall.
"What senior? You've got the wrong person!" The middle-aged man shook his head. Even though he said that, his muscles bulged, and his entire person was like a beast that was ready to attack. The aura on his body suddenly became tyrannical.
This was the instinctive reaction of his body when he was under great pressure!
"Looks like I didn't find the wrong person!" Feng Ting stood still. He left a few centimeters deep footprint on the ground where he had just walked!
"You have such power and might at such a young age. Which sect are you from?”The middle-aged man questioned. Back then, he had kicked all over Asia with his legs, but he had never seen a sect like Feng Ting.
Just the display of his aura alone gave people a great sense of oppression.
Strong, very strong!
"I don't belong to any sect, so I'm just learning from my family. Senior Tan, please enlighten me!”Feng Ting cupped his fists and bowed.
"What a self-taught talent! I, Tan Jingyao, have played all over Asia, but I have never seen such a young expert like you!”Tan Jingyao couldn't help but praise, his eyes flickering with flames.
It was the battle intent that had long been extinguished!
"Fists and feet have no eyes.”Although Tan Jingyao said that, his aura grew stronger and stronger.
The arrogant king of the North Kick who had kicked all over Asia was back!
Tan Jingyao used his godly legs to kick all over Asia, but he was just young and impetuous?
No!
He was also a martial arts fanatic. In this era of declining martial arts, he wanted to find a way out for martial arts. Unfortunately, he could not find a way to continue martial arts in the entire Asia.
It was only then that he was disheartened and left the martial arts world to become an artist.
Now that Feng Ting had arrived, he felt his blood boil. This was the feeling he had when he was pursuing martial arts!
The smile in Feng Ting's eyes grew wider. The two of them looked at each other and said in unison,
"We will fight to the death!”
"Please!"
Boom!
Tan Jingyao stomped on the ground, and the wooden board shattered on the spot. His figure flew out.
Feng Ting looked at this whip kick with a proud expression and also threw out a whip kick.
Bang bang bang!
The shadows of his legs crossed, and his strength was overwhelming!
The two of them had exchanged hundreds of blows within a few dozen breaths.
Bang!
Boom!
Tan Jingyao quickly dodged the powerful kick. The place where he was standing just now was cracked by Feng Ting.
"At such a young age, you already have such fierce leg techniques! Good, good, good!" Tan Jingyao praised, but his heart was in turmoil.
Although he hadn't appeared in Jianghu for many years, his martial arts had never fallen behind.
The current him was even stronger than he was back then!
Every kick had a kind of returning charm, but even so, Feng Ting had a 50 - 50 chance of winning.
" I didn't know that leg techniques could be changed like this. The angle, strength, speed, and every detail of the kick are very important." The more Feng Ting fought with Tan Jingyao, the brighter his eyes became.
When Tan Jingyao didn't take the kick and chose to dodge it, the enlightenment in Feng Ting's heart disappeared.
Feng Ting looked at Tan Jingyao and said loudly,""Senior's leg technique is indeed not bad. Unfortunately, your leg technique makes me feel a sense of helplessness and despair!”
"How is this possible!" Tan Jingyao was shocked. Although he was stronger than before, his faith in martial arts was not as strong as before.
When he first entered the martial path, he was filled with enthusiasm and his conviction was incomparably firm.
However, after he obtained the title of King of Northern Kick, everything changed. So what if his martial arts were high?
Money, power, and so on were all troubling him!
All these thoughts finally turned into a cold snort."Hmph, what do you know!"
Feng Ting didn't argue. He said seriously,""Senior Tan, thank you for your help. It allowed my understanding of leg techniques to reach a higher level!”
"In order to express my gratitude and respect for you, I will use 100% of my strength in each of my next moves!”
"What?" Tan Jingyao's expression changed. This kid who was fighting with him earlier actually didn't use his full strength?
And his leg technique had improved to another level?
Tan Jingyao was the king of the Northern Kick. He didn't dare to say anything else, but he could say it with his single-round kick technique.
If he claimed to be second, who would dare to claim to be first?
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