Who cares whose son you are in a group fight! A human body was no match for four legs, and they had so many wooden sticks in their hands!
The manager of the restaurant watched coldly from the side, looking at Zhang Xueming and the others with a very playful look. He seemed to have already predicted the end of the matter. He even took out a handful of melon seeds from his pocket and started to eat them as if no one was around.
There were naturally not so many tricks in a group fight!
After Zhang Xueming finished warming up, the veins on his arms suddenly popped out. Because of the superhuman serum, his body's strength had long surpassed that of a normal person.
The moment he raised his thigh, he nimbly picked up a wooden stool with the tip of his foot. After the acceleration of his leg swing, the wooden stool quickly swept across the air.
It accurately hit the first burly man leading the team. The moment the wooden stool came into contact with the burly man, the wooden stool suddenly shattered, and the wood shavings produced also scratched the hotel manager's face.
The leader's body also fell back to the ground due to the huge impact of the wooden bench, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
One could imagine how powerful it was!
At this moment, the restaurant manager was no longer as refined as before. He shouted at the burly men in exasperation,
"Are all of you the brains of a sauce cube? Use your fists! Go up and kill them!"
The burly men, who had originally only wanted to put on an act to scare people, now knew that the young man in front of them was a martial artist. They also put away their sloppy attitude and began to treat him seriously.
"Brothers, if you still want to eat Master's food, cheer up!”
"Second brother, you just hit that kid's leg!”
"Fifth brother, you just take the stool and hit that kid's head. I don't care if that kid lives or dies, but we have to show our momentum in this fight!”
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Zhang Xueming looked at the people surrounding him and subconsciously took a horse stance. His arms were half-bent and his fists were clenched tightly. The dusty martial arts memories instantly surged into his mind.
"I'll fight!"
As he spoke, he rubbed his nose with his thumb.
The burly man's movements in Zhang Xue Ming's line of sight seemed to have been slowed down, and his actions of raising the wooden stick were all flawed.
The fist turned into a palm, and the arm with bulging veins turned into an afterimage in front of everyone's eyes. The speed was so fast that it made people speechless.
The moment his palm touched the burly man, the burly man's chest caved in by five centimeters under such a huge force, and he was pushed straight into the wall.
A group fight naturally didn't care about the morality of the martial world!
The burly men no longer used the tactic of taking turns to fight. Instead, they chose to attack together.
Many of the burly men also abandoned the wooden sticks in their hands and chose the sturdier wooden stools in the restaurant.
"Brothers, greet them!”
The leader shouted with all his might.
Zhang Xueming obviously didn't want to waste any more time. Instead, he pointed his middle finger provocatively.
In the eyes of the crowd, his slightly moving middle finger was also filled with endless ridicule. Many burly men were also furious as they waved their stools and rushed towards Zhang Xueming.
Zhang Xueming's muscles tensed up, and his veins doubled in size.
Many stools smashed into Zhang Xueming's body and instantly shattered.
"This is f * cking Shaolin Temple's Kung Fu!？”
"Boss, this kid has the f * cking Vajra Shield Iron Skin Technique!”
"Tnd, this is clearly the fist technique of Guangdong, the move of Ye Wen's disciple!”
Zhang Xueming looked at the burly men who were still arguing about his fist technique. He walked forward and said in a bad mood,
"Remember, this is Bruce Lee's footwork!”
He punched each of the burly men in the head again.
All the big men had also fainted. Zhang Xueming naturally wouldn't show mercy to such a bully.
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