At this moment, Liu Jie felt that his energy and blood were shaking. This was the first time since he became a master in the middle stage of the day after tomorrow that he was directly defeated just because of the opponent's move.
Especially the moves and speed that Yang Chen shot just now were something he had never seen before.
He covered his trembling right arm, raised his head and stared at Yang Chen, his eyes filled with anger and disbelief.
The director of the dignified gate martial arts gym, a master of martial arts in Donghai City, actually lost to a country boy in his twenties with just one move. This was simply a shame, even more humiliating than sleeping with him.
"There are no tricks."
"Just a casual punch. To deal with a vain martial arts master like you, the director of the Damen Martial Arts School, to be honest, you don't need any martial arts at all."
"As for Xie Zhankui, I respect him as a true martial artist, so I casually made two moves."
And Yang Chen's next words made Liu Jie almost vomit blood.
The Thunder Palm is not an advanced palm technique, but as Yang Chen said, the most powerful thing his late master Lei Ruosheng had in his life was the Thunder Palm. With this set of palm techniques that he practiced to perfection, Lei Ruosheng
Ruosheng's reputation and status in the Chinese Martial Arts Association are not low.
As Lei Ruosheng's personal disciple, Liu Jie has not yet mastered the Thunder Palm to the extreme, but with his years of hard work and his acquired mid-level cultivation power, not everyone can use the Thunder Palm.
Acceptable.
At least the average Chinese martial arts master in the mid-term acquired state would not dare to take it casually.
But the Yang Chen in front of him not only easily followed up with Thunder Palm, he even knocked him back with one punch without even using any martial arts moves.
For Liu Jie, Yang Chen's words were too heart-wrenching, which made his originally floating energy and blood become more and more surging. He felt that his whole head was dizzy and he was about to faint from anger.
"How about it? Do you want to consider my suggestion?"
Yang Chen calmly sat on the table next to him, picked up a cigar from the table and lit it, took a decent puff, and then waved his hand, and the aluminum alloy ashtray next to him hit it with a bang.
On the door.
An open door was closed heavily, and the students who gathered outside and the members of the Damen Martial Arts Hall were blocked out: "You see, Brother Yang is doing it for your own good, even if you steal the Wufang anointing from our Jishengtang, you can't."
You are kind, but I still worry about your face, if there is anything we can talk about behind closed doors."
"Director, are you okay?"
"Master!"
At this moment, the door of the office was pushed open, and the big man and several burly teenagers rushed in. They rushed in front of Yang Chen angrily, and the atmosphere instantly became tense.
"You... get out!"
Liu Jie looked at the disciples who rushed in. There were no less than thirty people in the corridor outside. He quickly moved his eyes and shouted loudly.
"Director, this kid is so crazy. I asked my brothers to deal with him together. I don't believe how powerful he is!"
The big guy who had just been kicked away looked unconvinced, holding fists as big as sandbags and yelling angrily.
"go out!"
Liu Jie gave a sharp shout and raised his hand to point out the door. He endured the severe pain in his body and was as steady as a mountain, not to embarrass himself in front of his disciples.
"yes!"
This was the first time for the big guys to see Liu Jie so angry. They all shrank their necks and left the office in disappointment.
Bang!
As the door of the office closed, Yang Chen jumped down from the table, and then sat on the high-end sofa next to him, crossing his legs and smoking a cigar: "Director Liu seems to agree with my idea? Come on, don't
You're shy, just call me Brother Yang and you won't die. People who practice martial arts can bend and stretch. Besides, you can only bend in front of me, but you can't stretch."
"Yang Chen!"
Liu Jie's face was ferocious, he gritted his back molars, staggered a few steps and sat opposite Yang Chen: "I have a question."
"You are not qualified to know who my master is, and your master is not qualified. You only need to know that if your martial arts school, including Liu Yang, touches my family again, I guarantee that all three of your family will be lying in the hospital.
, spend the rest of your life in peace!"
Yang Chen instantly interrupted Liu Jie's words. When he raised his head, a murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and a playful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "If you don't believe me, Director Liu can try again, but don't blame me for not being merciful this time.
Yeah, it’s better if you call 120 in advance, I’m afraid you’ll die on the spot!”
"you!"
Liu Jie was so angry that he gritted his teeth, but he did not dare to get angry.
He will also participate in the competition of the Donghai City Guoshu Association in a few days to compete for the position of president. If there is another conflict with Yang Chen because of the Wufang anointing matter.
Judging from the fight he had just had with Yang Chen, he would definitely die on the spot without any suspense.
Although he is strong in the mid-acquired stage, he is just like a younger brother to the masters of martial arts in the late-acquired stage.
"Change the conditions."
Liu Jie gritted his molars and thought for a long time. Although he had the urge to kill Yang Chen, he couldn't do it in practice, so he could only say in a low voice with a cold face.
This can be regarded as the first time in Liu Jie's life that he surrendered.
There are many masters in China, not many in East China Sea, and he has encountered even fewer. Yang Chen is the first strong man who can kill him with one move.
It is true that Liu Jie is a martial arts practitioner, but he is also a businessman. It is not good to make money, but he has to fight to the death.
"OK."
"One million in mental damages, and then ask your son Liu Yang to come to our house in person to apologize to my wife and our dog!"
"This is the bottom line, there is no room for negotiation."
"I'll count to three!"
"three……"
Just when Yang Chen raised three fingers, Liu Jie's eyes rolled quickly, and then he stood up and stretched out his hand: "Okay, I promise you, within a week, I guarantee that Liu Yang will come to apologize in person and pay one million
Mental damages!"
"Why don't we just stop talking like this, and you still need me to do something, don't you think you're cheap?"
Yang Chen heard Liu Jie agreeing so readily, stood up, threw the cigar in the ashtray, and clapped his hands: "Okay, you can play by yourself, I won't play with you anymore. If Liu Yang doesn't come to our house in seven days,
The dog apologizes, and I let him sit in a wheelchair for the rest of his life. And...smoking less cigars, this thing, it's like being stabbed in the throat with a thick stick every day, rubbish!"
Yang Chen patted Liu Jie, who was about to faint from anger, opened the door of the room, and walked away, disappearing at the top of the stairs, surrounded by many martial arts disciples.
"Young man named Yang, just wait. After this Chinese martial arts competition is over and after I successfully become the president of the Donghai City Chinese Martial Arts Association, I will make your family of four die without knowing why!"
Snap!
Liu Jie looked at Yang Chen's leaving figure, and the anger he had suppressed for a long time turned into a heavy slap on the chair next to him.
boom!
The chair collapsed to the floor in response, just like Liu Jie's warrior integrity that had just been shattered on the floor.