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Zuo Zhicheng understood the situation in front of him very well. It was obvious that after Jiang Tianzheng rejected Xiao Jingyang's proposal, the other party had already planned to start suppressing Haoran Martial Arts Hall. The several closest museum owners who were close to him, including Xinlu Boxing Club, Yanwu Hall and other martial arts halls, were all close to him.

This is also impossible. After all, Jiang Tianzheng's strength is not strong enough to ignore rules, money, and power. Although Jiang Tianzheng has the reputation of the New Territories God Fist, he has no choice but to face the events held by such money.

Zuo Zhicheng saw too many such situations in his previous life. Often, successful people and leaders from all walks of life are never the best ones to fight. Although the people who can fight in martial arts halls will have great prestige, Chaoyang Martial Arts Hall is very generous and wealthy, Xiao Jingyang can also bring more benefits to other martial arts halls, which is obviously not comparable to Jiang Tian.

What's more, the entire event was paid by several of the richest martial arts schools such as Chaoyang Martial Arts Hall. How they wanted to arrange it, Haoran Martial Arts Hall was naturally speechless.

On the ring, Xiao Jingyang quietly glanced at Jiang Tianzheng in the corner and said sarcastically: "I'm shameless, so what if you can fight? Within a year, I will never be able to open your Haoran Martial Arts Hall."

More than half an hour later, the lengthy ceremony finally ended, and the audience around them all started to make a fuss.

"Everyone has been waiting for a long time." A smart disciple of Chaoyang Martial Arts School was sent to work like a host: "Next, we will start the first New Land Martial Arts Competition!"

Seeing the audience around him cheering, he paused and continued to play: "But before the competition begins, there is another exhibition match. The two contestants in this competition are Xiao Changhe from Chaoyang Martial Arts Hall and Zuo Zhicheng from Haoran Martial Arts Hall."

With his introduction, Xiao Changhe and Zuo Zhicheng walked up from both sides of the ring respectively.

On the other side, Yao Youwei, who had been talking to Miss Qing, heard the introduction of the performance match, smiled and said, "Yueqiu, look at the ring, it happened to be the two people who competed in the billiards last time.

But that one-eyed dragon seems to be losing. Changhe is very famous in several martial arts schools in Xinlu, and that kid may not be able to beat him."

The woman named Qingyueqiu is like a girl transformed from ice and snow, flawless, and she can't find any flaws on her face, and there is almost no expression on her face.

No matter what Yao Youwei said, she just answered simply, such as ok.

At this time, when he heard Yao Youwei's judgment, he looked at Zuo Zhicheng's direction, and only frowned slightly, and did not say much.

Directly in front of the ring, Xiao Jingyang was looking at the two people on the stage with a quiet look on his face, not knowing what he was thinking. Qin Wu, the owner of the martial arts hall, said, "I heard that Changhe has worked hard recently."

"That's not." A middle-aged man who was short on the side said: "Changhe has a good foundation. He has worked hard these months and has only restored his original skills. So, he taught our boy a lesson." The person who spoke was Wang Zhong, who was the owner of Xinlu Boxing Club. The boy he mentioned was naturally his son, Wang Qiang, the genius of Xinlu Boxing Club.

Hearing the two of them boasted, Xiao Jingyang also squeezed out a smile on his slightly serious face: "Hmph, this brat has a good talent in martial arts practice, but he refused to work hard a few years ago and went wrong.

Although the Haoran Martial Arts School failed this time, it is a good thing to make him turn back by a prodigal son." He shook his head: "I hope he can really find an opponent. You also know that it is important for us martial arts practitioners to have opponents. If there is no opponent in the same generation, we will easily lose our goals."

In everyone's eyes, Zuo Zhicheng was certainly not qualified to be Xiao Changhe's opponent, so during a compliment, Xiao Jingyang laughed again, and from time to time he talked about the concept of martial arts business, the promotion of martial arts spirit, and even the experience in actual combat. The people around him were all right.

He looks like the leader of the new martial arts world.

As for the competition on stage, the winners and loses, not only Yao Youwei, but Xiao Jingyang believes that there is no suspense. Many students from other martial arts schools, even ordinary audiences, who are more familiar with the situation of the martial arts schools in the New Lugang, will not think that the winners and loses of this competition are of any suspense.

One is Xiao Changhe, the son of the Chaoyang Martial Arts Hall, who started practicing martial arts at the age of five and had defeated countless opponents, the son of the Chaoyang Martial Arts Hall. The other is a rookie who has been practicing martial arts for less than a year. No one would think that the outcome of this battle is suspense.

On the stage, the two stood about two meters apart. Xiao Changhe looked at Zuo Zhicheng's eyes and a trace of disgust flashed.

"Zuo Zhicheng, before beating you, I will first make some things clear to you." Xiao Changhe raised his chin high, as if an elder was scolding his younger generation, and said proudly: "I really hate you."

Zuo Zhicheng replied indifferently: "Oh? I've finished speaking?"

It seemed that he didn't care how Zuo Zhicheng wanted to answer. Xiao Changhe looked at the other party with a unique contempt, and continued on the stage in a voice that only two people could hear: "I hate your ignorance, stupidity and shamelessness. Originally, I just had to beat you up directly, and there was no need to say it to you in particular. But in the end, I'd better say it."

“You are ignorant because you don’t know how big the gap is between us.

Jiang Qing looks a little close to you, but she is just pitying your situation. In a few years, she will naturally understand that you are not from the same world at all.

I know you seem to have a little talent, but being complacent for it and even wanting to challenge me can only show your ignorance and you have never seen what a real genius looks like."

"You can have aspirations, delusions, or even use a little cleverness to feel that one day you can enter our world, enter the upper class of society, or even practice martial arts to my level. But you have to understand that this is just delusions.

The difference between me and you is just like that monster like the Ghost Fist and Blood Rakshasa. We are not from the same class in this society. So in the future, don’t let your delusions disgust me.”

After saying this, Xiao Changhe was already full of superiority. Not only did he say this, but he also thought that this was the truth. With the gap between him and Zuo Zhicheng, both wealth, status, and his own strength, he could completely crush him from the other party in a word.

"Are you finished?"

Xiao Changhe looked at Zuo Zhicheng with a calm face in front of him. Before he could react, he felt a pain in his face. With a bang, he was actually slapped.

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