I created the Anomaly Control Bureau

Chapter 856, Section 851: "Sincerity"

Even after Ma En had reached the entrance of the martial arts school, he still did not feel the boundary of his memories. In fact, the memories around him did not show any signs of fading and were no different from other memory areas.

In other words, he may have had in-depth knowledge of the matter, or he may have studied at this martial arts school and experienced the event from an outsider's perspective.

Regardless, this is something he should be concerned about, and it may very well reveal his past.

But the problem now is how he can uncover the secrets hidden within.

After thinking it over, Marx and Engels went straight up the steps.

The main entrance of the martial arts school was quite spacious, but it was tightly closed at the moment, and there was nothing like a doorbell in Ma En's field of vision.

After thinking for a moment, he simply raised his hand and knocked on the door.

The heavy wooden door creaked, but there was no response from behind it.

However, Ma En did not knock on the door again, but waited patiently in the same spot for at least five or six minutes before he heard rustling sounds coming from behind the door.

Almost two minutes later, the wooden door was finally pushed open.
"Who is it?" The person who came out was a rather burly and rugged-looking man, around thirty years old, with a cold and unapproachable look in his eyes.

Although he looks quite young, according to Ma En, this man should be forty-five years old this year. He is Luo Zisheng, the senior disciple of the new snake fist who once stood up to dispel doubts and is regarded as the next successor of the new snake fist.

As he appeared, Ma En also felt a subtle sense of oppression.

He is quite strong.

The fact that he could have such feelings also indicates that he has memories of having been in contact with the other person.

“Mr. Luo,” Ma En said politely, “I’m here about Mr. Lin.”

Luo Zisheng narrowed his eyes:
"We do not give interviews."

After saying that, he stepped back and slammed the door shut.

boom.

Mar and Eng firmly grasped the wooden door:

"I'm sorry, but I'm not a reporter, nor am I here to inquire about gossip."

Luo Zisheng glanced at the handprint Ma En had made on the wooden door:

"Oh, you've come to offer your condolences? But I've never heard of Master having a friend like you."

As he spoke, he also slightly increased the force with which he pulled down the door.

Not moving.

Marx and Engels said naturally:

"No, I am indeed not Mr. Lin's friend, and I am more here for that Shenxiao."

Luo Zisheng's face instantly turned cold:
"Huh? You're his friend?"

Ma En also felt the temperature around him drop a few degrees—and this was not an illusion.

“No,” he said calmly. “I am not her friend, and your master is not the first victim to die at her hands.”

Luo Zisheng's tone softened slightly:

"Oh, you've seen this name before?"

Marx and Engels nodded:

“That’s right, I’m hunting her down. If you don’t mind, we can chat for a bit. That way, when I kill her, you’ll be avenging your master.”

Seeing his resolute expression, Luo Zisheng instantly felt that Marx and Engels' words were convincing.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he finally said, "Come in."

Ma En followed him into the martial arts school.

Completely different from the desolate atmosphere outside, Luo Zisheng had only led Ma En two hundred meters inside when martial arts school disciples in training uniforms began to appear one after another in front of them.

Although they weren't very densely packed and seemed quite relaxed, these scattered martial arts disciples all exuded a considerable aura, and their biofields were generally slightly above average.

However, a martial artist's biofield cannot fully demonstrate their strength; it can only reveal their pure physical qualities.

Marx and Engels could only have a vague, almost intuitive understanding of the parts that belonged to the so-called "martial arts skills".

For example, if we only look at the biofield, Luo Zisheng's biofield is only at level IV, but the sense of threat he poses to Ma En is at level V.

However, none of the other martial arts disciples besides him had such a powerful aura. Clearly, this senior brother's title as the successor of the new Snake Fist was not just empty talk, but a genuine honor.

Although no records of Maren's fights were found, he should have considerable strength.

As he was thinking this, Luo Zisheng had already led him to a spacious training ground where more than a dozen martial arts school disciples were sparring and practicing their skills.

Although they were all clearly holding back, and their boxing techniques seemed more like routines than actual combat, it looked like they were doing practice exercises, "countering each other's moves" and there was nothing unusual about it.

But Marne could tell that these martial arts just looked like ordinary fighting.

They are all dangerous.

This was also the part of martial arts that was beyond his understanding; these so-called techniques were completely illogical and unlike the abnormal abilities he was familiar with.

Although they are very powerful, it's like using a missile to destroy a building; anyone can understand the destructive power of that.

But these martial arts techniques are as bizarre as trying to lift a rock with a feather.

Luo Zisheng raised his hand to beckon a disciple and solemnly instructed him:

"Have them clear the area, and while you're at it, go tell Third Sister that I'm entertaining guests."

After he finished speaking, he turned slightly to look at Mar and Engels:

“I’m not a child, and I won’t believe everything a stranger says. Although you don’t seem to be lying to me, this kind of thing can’t be taken lightly.”

"Nobody knows if you really want to take revenge on Shenxiao, or if you have some other purpose."

"Perhaps you are actually Shenxiao, who killed Master."

Marx and Engels smiled:
“If I were Shenxiao, you would have run away by now. She could kill you with the flick of her finger, and you wouldn’t even realize if she wanted to toy with or humiliate you.”

"She knows how to gain trust, something I'm far inferior to, and also..."

"I am male."

Luo Zisheng blinked and said calmly:
"It seems you really know about her situation, but I can't believe you. I'm not very bright, and I can't tell if you're lying to me or not. Of course, I don't mean to make things difficult for you."

"I'm willing to talk to you, but only if you spar with me here. Once I've fought you, I'll know whether you're a liar or not."

"Nothing is more sincere than a fist."

Marx and Engels didn't seem to have any objection to this; in fact, one could say they were quite interested.

"No problem, but I'm not a martial artist."

Luo Zisheng smiled:

"You don't need to emphasize it. Your walking posture has already told me everything. You've definitely never even practiced the most basic horse stance, but that doesn't matter."

"That's enough for me."