The more leisurely and content Meng Chenren was, the more Zhao Zhenyang became unable to calm down. He concentrated solely on the attack. A punch condensed powerful internal force, with a punching wind that broke through the air, and seemed to lock Meng Chenren, coming through the air.
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However, Meng Chenren was determined to give the Jia family a powerful blow. He didn't even stretch out his hands from his long sleeves, he just dodged lightly to the left and dodged the blow lightly.
However, there was a ferocious smile in Zhao Zhenyang's eyes. He seemed to have expected that Meng Chenren would dodge. After one blow, he immediately turned around and struck again. He seemed to have predicted it and dodged towards Meng Chenren.
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Seeing that this blow was about to fall on Meng Chenren, the concierges and guards around him had a somewhat fanatical look in their eyes. This Zhao Zhenyang was famous for his fists.
Even a ferocious beast would not feel comfortable if it took this punch. This weak-looking brat would definitely suffer a big loss if he was hit by this punch.
However, what everyone didn't expect was that his figure flashed and Meng Chenren appeared in front of them again. It turned out that the punch missed.
But in the eyes of everyone, the punch was clearly about to hit Meng Chenren, but Meng Chenren dodged it.
"You only know how to dodge!" Zhao Zhenyang said angrily.
Meng Chenren stood there with no expression on his face. He just stretched out his hand towards Zhao Zhenyang and said lightly: "Come again."
Zhao Zhenyang felt that in Meng Chenren's eyes, he was just like rubbish, and he immediately became angry. He gathered his inner strength with both fists, and with lightning and flint, the virtual and the real were intertwined, and he attacked Meng Chenren again.
The surrounding concierges and guards watched Zhao Zhenyang's attack intently, for fear of missing something. At this time, they also understood that this uninvited guest was indeed a master, and of course they did not dare to entertain thoughts of a love rival.
However, Meng Chenren did not dodge or dodge, but stretched out his hand to block in front of him. Zhao Zhenyang's fist fell squarely into Meng Chenren's palm.
Meng Chenren's other hand was still hanging aside, huddled in his sleeve, and he never made a move.
The concierge and guards gasped.
And Zhao Zhenyang's expression was even more complicated. The jade stone should have been shattered by his punch, but now it was trapped in the hand with clear joints, like a mud cow sinking into the sea, without even a trace of ripples.
The force that originally caused the air to vibrate was now disappearing without a trace.
Zhao Zhenyang was shocked and confused, and when he was about to withdraw his fist, he found that his fist seemed to be half sucked by the palm, and he could not withdraw it no matter how hard he tried.
But he didn't dare to pull his hand back openly. He just used his secret strength. After all, there were so many younger brothers watching. If they found that he couldn't even pull his hand back, how could he survive in the future?
At this moment, the two of them were standing in the atrium, just in a stalemate.
Zhao Zhenyang frowned and was about to threaten him when he heard a burst of light applause.
I heard a grunting sound, and saw two beautiful women, one on the left and one on the right, pushing a wheelchair. On the wheelchair sat an old man wearing a golden mink fur, clapping his hands.
Seeing this person, the concierges and guards in the atrium opened the way to both sides, bowed respectfully towards this person, and welcomed him in.
"Young man, are you here to see me?"
Meng Chenren caught Zhao Zhenyang's fist, turned his head to look at the old man, frowned and said: "Are you the master of the Jia family, Jia Yuansi?"
"How bold, how dare you call me by his first name!"
I saw the beautiful woman behind the old man scolding Meng Chenren.
However, before Meng Chenren could speak, the old man stretched out his hand and glanced sharply at the beautiful woman. The beautiful woman seemed to have encountered something terrible and immediately fell silent.
The old man nodded lightly and said calmly: "Young man, can you let go of my men? If you are here to see me, and I am a guest, please follow me into the house for a chat."
Zhao Zhenyang's expression changed slightly, and his eyes seemed a little embarrassed.
But Meng Chenren didn't feel too embarrassed, and released Zhao Zhenyang's fist the next moment. Then Meng Chenren didn't look at Zhao Zhenyang again, but raised his hand towards the old man and said: "Please."
The old man nodded, then glanced at the beautiful woman, who then pushed the wheelchair and surrounded the old man into the inner hall.
Meng Chenren followed Jia Yuansi in calmly, causing the guards in the atrium to look at each other. His goal had been achieved.
Since he respects martial arts, if he wants to attract attention, he naturally has to show his strength. The moment Jia Yuansi appeared in person, his goal had been achieved.
In the inner hall, Jia Yuansi calmly waved away the beautiful women beside him. The beautiful women had a look of fear on their faces and bowed down.
Jia Yuansi looked at Meng Chenren in front of him and said calmly: "Young man, you came to my Jia Mansion with great fanfare, but what's the important matter?"
Meng Chenren did not exchange greetings with him, his face was indifferent, and he said straight to the point: "Can you let me enter the Shura field?"
Hearing this, Jia Yuansi's eyes showed a look that was indeed the case, and he only said in deep thought: "Looking at your appearance, as well as your martial arts and body skills just now, I think you are very sophisticated. It is natural that a master like you will not be able to enter the Shura field.
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But... I think you, young man, know about places like Shura Field, so why do you want to enter Shura Field?"
He looked at Meng Chenren, his eyes suddenly brightened, as if he wanted to see through Meng Chenren.
Meng Chenren lowered his eyes, his expression remained unchanged, and he only said: "Looking for someone."
"Oh?" Jia Yuansi stroked his goatee and said with interest, "Who is he?"
Meng Chenren snorted coldly: "Enemy."
Jia Yuansi looked at Meng Chenren with thoughtful eyes. This man seemed to have answered every question he had, but he didn't answer them completely. Was he pretending not to know or was he just a sweetheart?
"Since we are enemies, we should have names and surnames, right?"
Meng Chenren frowned and said, "I don't know, I only know her appearance."
Jia Yuansi looked at Meng Chenren, and based on his many years of experience in looking at people, he could confirm that Meng Chenren was indeed not lying. He nodded and then said: "Then do you know what the price of entering the Shura Field is?"
Meng Chenren really did not mean to deceive this person. Firstly, he did not even have accurate answers to these questions. Secondly, this person gave him a sense of scheming. Even if he lied, it would be easy to see. In fact, it was even more
There is no need to lie.
So Meng Chenren said truthfully: "I don't know."
Jia Yuansi smiled, looked at Meng Chenren and said: "Everyone in Shura Field has sold himself here. You must sign a contract and fight for me. From now on, you are no longer free.
Unless you can win a hundred games in the Shura Field, you will have a chance to regain your freedom.
But during this period, you are a tradable item. If someone pays to buy you from me, you will become the property of others and fight for that person. Can you accept such a contract?