Everyone looked at the two motionless people on the stage and immediately felt something strange.
"Are you Yang Ji?"
A faint voice reached his ears, and Shi Zhongye raised his head. He looked at Yang Ji with no expression on his face.
"I am."
Yang Ji smiled. When he saw Shi Zhongye staring at him but not taking action, he knew that he must have something to say. The result was as expected.
The countdown to the martial arts examination, which is held every three years, has entered, and Yang Ji is not far behind in this time.
"You should know Shi Qing, right?"
Shi Zhongye said calmly and took a few steps forward.
"know."
Yang Ji smiled again, as expected.
"Shi Qing belongs to a wealthy Shi family. You should have known this for a long time, right?"
Shi Zhongye's face was neither happy nor angry, and his expression was still unclear.
"Know."
Yang Jiran smiled, waiting for what Ishizakano was going to say next.
"Very good, then I won't accuse you unjustly."
Shi Zhongye nodded and said, "That's good." He rolled up his sleeves, revealing a solid and powerful palm that looked like a rock, and said:
"That good-for-nothing Shi Qing has no ability at all. You almost squeezed him out of the Wu Tongsheng position and humiliated him several times on the street. This is also because he has no ability. You should teach him a lesson..."
In the crowd, Shi Qing's face turned green when he heard this. He asked Shi Zhongye to help him stand up, but he didn't expect that Shi Zhongye actually reduced him to worthless.
"Do you really think so?"
On the ring, Yang Jiran smiled.
Shi Zhongye did not answer. He lowered his head, rolled up the other sleeve, and continued to talk to himself:
"However, no matter how incompetent he is, he is still a member of our wealthy Shi family. Even if you beat a dog, it depends on the owner, Yang Ji, don't you think so?"
As he spoke, he raised his head and looked at Yang Ji, his eyes bursting with bone-piercing cold light.
Yang Ji laughed and already understood Shi Zhongye's intention: "Hahaha, now, whatever I say should be gone. Right?"
"No!"
Shi Zhongye shook his head, his voice decisive:
"Since you humiliated him three times, I will only punch you three times. As long as you hold back, this matter will be over. This first punch... I will shatter the bones of your right hand."
Shi Zhongye said and glanced at Yang Ji's right arm.
At this moment, the smile on Yang Ji's face disappeared, and his expression suddenly turned cold.
"With this second punch... I'm going to break three ribs on your right chest. In this way, you will always remember this lesson in the future."
Yang Ji's face turned even colder, but he just looked at Shi Zhongye and said nothing.
"This third punch..."
Shi Zhongye glanced at Yang Ji's head, and there was a trace of hidden cruelty and violence in the corner of his mouth:
"Domestic dogs always bark at lions. Since they cannot recognize the gap between themselves and their opponents, there must be something wrong with their heads. If your head is not broken with this last punch, our matter will be over.
This can be canceled with one stroke."
Yang Ji suddenly laughed. The so-called three punches are just a joke. No one's head can withstand an iron fist. Even if he survives, he will still be severely injured, and it will be the deepest and heaviest.
In the end, Shi Zhongye said that he still wanted to stand up for Shi Qing and the entire Shi family, kill chickens and scare other warriors.
"Ishizakano..."
Yang Ji looked at Shi Zhongye and shook his head, and only said: "I'm afraid of you, but I don't have the ability!"
In one simple sentence, Yang Ji's confidence, spirit, and domineering were all integrated into it.
"Buzz!"
Chapter completed!