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Chapter 24

Under everyone's shock, Zhang Feng calmly walked down the stage.

When he walked down the arena, he passed by Zhang Dong who was twitching. When he passed by, Zhang Feng didn't even look at Zhang Dong and walked toward the entrance of the Golden Dragon Dojo.

Now that the arena had ended.

Since it was over, there was no need for him to stay in the Golden Dragon Dojo.

"Master Zhang, can I interview you?”Following Zhang Feng's reaction, the reporter from the UB-Shocking Department who had interviewed Zhang Dong at the beginning began to ask Zhang Feng questions. When he asked Zhang Feng, his eyes were burning with passion.

At the same time, there was a certain degree of curiosity in his eyes.

"What do you want to ask?" Zhang Feng glanced at the reporter.

"May I ask, Master Zhang, is the martial art you are using the real martial arts? Could it be that Chinese martial arts only killed people and not performed?”The reporter asked seriously.

As the reporter from the UB Shock Department asked this question, the surrounding people also looked at Zhang Feng.

"There's no martial arts. What I have is the Taiji Fist for the Elderly.”Zhang Feng said indifferently.

"..." The journalist from the Ub Shock Department was speechless, and so were the people around him.

Taiji Fist for the Elderly?

God's Treading Horse De Tai Chi Fist for the Elderly.

Could this be the Taiji Fist of the Elderly?

If the Taiji Fist for the elderly was so powerful, then the elderly in their country would be peerless experts.

"Master Zhang, I know we misunderstood you before. I sincerely apologize to you.”The reporter from the UB Shock Department was speechless for a moment before bowing to Zhang Feng.

"You didn't let me down." Zhang Feng said casually and made way for the bow of the reporter from the UB shock department. Then, he continued to walk towards the door.

"Wait, Master Zhang, I have another question.”Seeing Zhang Feng like this, the reporter from the UA Shock Department quickly called out to Zhang Feng again.

Zhang Feng frowned and stopped.

"Dare I ask, Master Zhang, do you still accept disciples?”When Zhang Feng stopped in his tracks, a reporter from UA's Shock Department quickly asked again.

After this match, anyone who was slightly smarter now knew that Zhang Feng was definitely using true Chinese martial arts.

Under such circumstances, there were definitely many people who wanted to become Zhang Feng's disciple and truly learn martial arts.

This was because many people had a martial arts dream in their hearts, a martial arts dream.

"I won't accept it for the time being. As for the future, we'll talk about it in the future.”Zhang Feng said indifferently before moving forward again.

As he walked forward, other reporters asked Zhang Feng again and called out to him.

However, Zhang Feng did not reply this time.

He only smiled at the excited and screaming female fans.

Although these female fans were all good-looking fans.

But looks were justice.

No matter what, he was still her fan. It was already very good that she could continue to be a good-looking fan when he was down and out.

Although Zhang Feng only smiled slightly, this smile made countless female fans excited and excited.

Love, love.

Their satisfaction was that simple.

Zhang Feng smiled and walked out of the Golden Dragon Dojo with Lin Ruoshi.

When he walked out of the Golden Dragon Dojo, he saw Lin Ruoshi holding her phone.

She was playing a video call.

On the other side of the video was the short-haired girl in the ward.

"Alright, Xiao Xue, the arena is over. I'm hanging up.”Lin Ruoshi said to the short-haired girl as they walked out of the Golden Dragon Dojo.

"Wait, Miss, I want to talk to Brother Zhang.”The short-haired girl quickly said.

When Lin Ruoshi heard this, she immediately looked at Zhang Feng.

"What do you want to talk about?" Zhang Feng asked casually.”

"Brother Zhang, congratulations on returning to your peak. In addition, the way you killed Zhang Dong just now was really strong.”The short-haired girl said with a smile.

"Yes." Zhang Feng nodded.

Following Zhang Feng's nod, the short-haired girl smiled at Zhang Feng and hung up the video chat.

Seeing this, Zhang Feng had a face full of questions.

Didn't he say that he wanted to chat? He just congratulated him and that was it?

This was really a chat.

Zhang Feng was slightly stunned, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

Instead, he looked into the distance.

"Master, I'm going to the hospital to accompany Xiaoxue. Do you want to go?”Lin Ruoshi suddenly asked Zhang Feng.

"You go ahead. I won't go. Help me bring some fruit to Snowy.”Zhang Feng said.

"Alright, Master. Then, Master, do you want to take a ride with me first, or do we just split up like this?”Lin Ruoshi responded and spoke again.

"That's it. I want to walk alone. Be careful on the road.”Zhang Feng.

"Yes, I understand." Lin Ruoshi nodded. Without further ado, she walked towards the parking lot beside the Golden Dragon Martial Dojo. Seeing this, Zhang Feng did not follow her. Instead, he put his hands in his pockets and walked aimlessly.

He was thinking about some things.

At that moment, he wanted to kill Zhang Dong completely.

But in the end, he still held back.

He left Zhang Dong with a sigh of relief.

Although they had signed a life and death contract, if they really killed Zhang Dong, they might still get into trouble.

Therefore, he held back.

However, even though he had held back, Zhang Dong's disability was inevitable. Moreover, it was unknown whether he would be able to survive.

Chinese martial arts only killed people and not performed?

To a certain extent, possessing supreme power was not something that could be easily unleashed.

If he used all his strength.

Zhang Dong would be dead in an instant.

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