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The arena was quickly surrounded by people, including students from the martial arts school and people from other martial arts schools who had come in after hearing the commotion. They all came to watch the excitement.

"Master Lin, kill him! Anyone who dares to challenge our school, kill him! Everyone knows that Harman Street is where our martial arts school is based. We are all in this together. Even if he is a general's man, he will die here today."

People around shouted, which prompted the surrounding students to echo and cheer, all staring in horror at the person who was challenging them on the stage.

Each of their martial arts schools has been based on Harman Street for many years and considers this place their foundation. By challenging one school, they are provoking all the martial arts schools on this street.

Zhao Sheng remained calm, and no one noticed the smile in his eyes. He was already causing such a commotion at the first martial arts school. Once he had defeated all the schools, everyone around him would definitely be furious, and that would be his chance to escape.

"Zhao Sheng." Zhao Sheng cupped his hands, assumed the Three-Body Stance, and stared at the middle-aged man with clear eyes.

"Ancient Thai Martial Arts School, Chen Song." Chen Song clenched his fists into fists, similar to the starting stance of military boxing, and swung his feet back and forth, which is the basic stance of Muay Thai.

Muay Thai stance training differs from traditional Chinese martial arts stance training. While both are stance training methods that serve the offensive and combative aspects of Muay Thai, they represent a martial art that is full of killing and attacking power.

Seeing that Chen Song's eyes were different from before he went on stage, filled with murderous intent and aggressive movements, Zhao Sheng stepped forward to meet him head-on.

While Muay Thai is powerful, Xingyi Quan is the most powerful internal martial art, with its moves being no less fierce than Bajiquan. It remains to be seen which is stronger.

Ultimately, the strength of a martial art depends on whether a person can refine it to a deeper level. If one's martial arts skills are not refined, even if one practices Bajiquan, one cannot defeat someone who has mastered Shaolin short-range boxing.

While skill level is important, whether one can unleash the true power of martial arts depends on the person using it.

Seeing this, Chen Song dared not underestimate the person in front of him, and stepped forward, his fist aimed straight at the face.

boom!

Zhao Sheng's right hand formed a claw with his five fingers, making a fist like an eagle's claw, while his left hand punched towards Chen Song's right arm. At the same time, his foot stabbed straight at Chen Song's ankle like a knife.

Chen Song pulled out his arm, bent his arm into an elbow strike, kicked Zhao Sheng in the knee, and then thrust his knee into the latter's groin, trying to sever his reproductive organs.

bang bang bang! ! !

Zhao Sheng used his knee to block the lower body attack, then used his spine to generate power, his internal organs resonated, and his muscles and bones creaked as he threw out his fists with the force of a bursting dam, his momentum fierce and domineering.

Chen Song's expression changed drastically. It was too late to escape. Two loud thuds followed as two fists slammed into his body. Blood trickled from his mouth, his eyes widened, and he stammered, "You…"

Before he could finish speaking, his body collapsed straight onto the stage. His heart had been injured by Zhao Sheng's hidden force, and there was no way he could survive.

Zhao Sheng looked down at Chen Song lying on the ground indifferently. He knew what Chen Song wanted to say. How shameless was it for a master of internal strength to kick a martial arts school with external strength?

But he had no choice. If he didn't do his job, he would die immediately. You can only blame your bad luck and his lack of strength. If he were strong, how could he be manipulated by others?

In a life-or-death struggle between boxers, the outcome can be decided in an instant.

"Master Chen...Master Chen is dead?!"

The martial arts students around the arena watched helplessly as their master was beaten to death, and saw Zhao Sheng's indifferent expression on the stage, filled them with resentment and anger.

The senior disciple of the martial arts school was overwhelmed with grief upon seeing his master die, his eyes brimming with hatred, but he was helpless.

Although the hatred for the murder of his master is irreconcilable, he is currently weaker than his enemy, so he can only lie low for now and wait until he has mastered his skills before taking revenge.

Balhai glanced at Zhao Sheng on the stage, and then at the oppressive atmosphere around the arena. He frowned, seemingly thinking... that the general's plan had changed. Should he report this to the general?

Zhao Sheng glanced at the people around the arena, stepped off the stage, and the surrounding crowd made way for him. He strode through the crowd, incredibly bold, showing no fear of being suddenly attacked and killed.

Zhao Sheng is not afraid of short weapons. He might be afraid of the Dark Force, but once he reaches the Dark Force, no one can defeat him within three steps. Short weapons are even more difficult to take his life unless he is killed by firearms.

"Major Ba, let's go to the next martial arts school." Zhao Sheng gently patted Ba'er Hai's shoulder, then strode out of the martial arts school.

Balhai frowned, remembering that the general still needed the man, and suppressed his displeasure as he followed him out. "Forget it, I can still keep quiet about killing a boxer. I'll report back to the general later depending on the situation."

So, in the following days, Zhao Sheng went from martial arts school to martial arts school. He didn't kill the school owner instantly like he did at the beginning. Instead, he kept testing the boxing techniques of each school owner and then secretly learned from them.

Zhao Sheng discovered that his talent and comprehension had improved slightly. He learned some of the other martial arts styles from other martial arts schools. He killed some of the school owners directly, while letting others go.

This would make it easier for martial arts instructors to rally their students to start a rebellion, thus diverting the general's forces, while he could then take advantage of the chaos to flee south.

There is a coastline not far south of Manchester, where he could hide in a cruise ship or cargo ship and flee to Thailand. The Thai royal family could also use this turmoil to appropriately weaken the general's power.

The Thai royal family is unlikely to allow the general to blockade the coast, since the royal family still holds a portion of military power, and the general is not quite able to do whatever he wants.

"It's a pity that Muay Thai is the main style in Thailand, and there are too few other styles. My next plan is either to go to Southeast Asia to learn from the martial arts schools, or to go back to China to visit martial arts masters." Zhao Sheng thought to himself.

As he challenged other martial arts schools, he learned from several styles and scattered techniques, such as Xiao Hong Quan, Bagua Zhang, Tai Chi Cloud Hands, and the Five Elements Fist in Xingyi Quan, etc.

However, these boxing techniques and scattered moves were somewhat helpful for him to integrate various boxing styles, so he accepted them all without hesitation, not even letting go of a single move or two.

The martial arts styles of the two worlds are certainly different, and by reflecting on each other, one can better clarify one's own path in martial arts.

At this moment, many armed soldiers stood in front of Balhai, and soldiers also stood behind him. He had called these soldiers over the phone to prevent the martial arts school from causing trouble.

Martial artists are very hot-blooded, and once their blood boils, they can really cause trouble. So he had to call people over to prevent things from getting out of control if they really started causing trouble.

Now they've really caused trouble!

Seeing the menacing aura of the martial arts students around him, some of whom were students of the deceased master and others of the surviving master, Balhai's face turned grim, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

"Major Ba, hand him over and we'll let you go, otherwise you won't be leaving today." The leaders were the owners of several powerful martial arts schools; they were people Zhao Sheng had left behind for the general to cause trouble.

Zhao Shengli stood beside Balhai, his expression indifferent. At this moment, he was digesting the various boxing techniques he had learned and did not want to speak or pay attention to the person opposite him.

The bigger the commotion, the greater his chances of running away.

Balhai glanced at Zhao Sheng beside him, as if he had made a decision. Now that the general's mission was complete, he could use the other party to quell the anger of these martial arts schools.

However, Zhao Sheng noticed Balhai's expression and, before the other could speak, he spoke first, "Major Balhai, why bother explaining to these lowly people? Why not just kill them all?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he quickly drew the pistol from Balhay's waist, pulled the safety, and fired with a bang.

Balhai's eyes widened, as did the soldiers in front of and behind him. How could Zhao Sheng dare to do this without the general's permission? Did the other side already know he was going to kill him? So they took the initiative, killing the martial arts school people first to provoke public anger before fleeing?

"Charge! How dare he kill someone from our martial arts school! Kill him!!" A martial arts school student fell into a pool of blood, instantly arousing the fighting spirit of the boxers and other martial arts school students, who broke through the obstruction.

"Major Ba is gone forever." Balhai didn't understand Zhao Sheng's words. Then, with a bang, he felt a sharp pain in his head, followed by disbelief in his eyes, before his vision completely disappeared into endless darkness.

Zhao Sheng fired a few more shots, then threw away his gun after running out of bullets. He quickly took out several soldiers with his feet and fled Hamman Street, heading south.