After Mad Dragon was released from prison, I shocked the world!

"You son of a bitch! Who are you calling scum?!"

Brother Ji thought Lin Li was really out of his mind, so he swung his fist and punched him in the face.

Snapped!

Before his fist could even touch Lin Li, he suddenly spun around twice and crashed to the ground.

"With such a foul mouth, you should be careful and avoid talking to people too close."

Lin Li shook his hand and said calmly.

"Let's do it!"

When Liu Zhangxiong saw his subordinate being beaten, his face darkened, and he smashed the cup in his hand.

"You little brat, you're asking for it!"

A fierce glint flashed in Fang Shilun's eyes, and he suddenly darted behind Lin Li.

He had already heard that Lin Li had been seriously injured a few days ago, with a vicious Black Tiger Heart Strike aimed directly at the opponent's back!

If that punch lands, the spine will break!

"Lin Li! Watch out!"

Zhong Yuxian cried out in terror.

Bang!

A muffled thud.

Fang Shilun's fist landed squarely on Lin Li's back.

Lin Li only swayed slightly, without taking a single step back.

"How is that possible?!"

Fang Shilun was startled, feeling as if his fist had hit a steel plate, the recoil making his wrist numb.

Lin Li turned around and looked at him expressionlessly: "Is this the kung fu of the Northern Martial Arts Hall? It's not even enough to tickle me."

"Master! Stop hitting him!"

Seeing this, Ma Li, who was kneeling on the ground, shouted anxiously and tried to rush up and hug Fang Shilun to beg for mercy.

"You're no match for Master Li!"

"Get out of here! You traitor!"

Enraged, Fang Shilun slapped Ma Li across the face, shouting, "From today onwards, you are no longer a disciple of my Northern Martial Hall!"

Ma Li fell to the ground, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, looking at Fang Shilun with a face full of despair.

"Ma Li, this is none of your business."

Lin Li glanced at Ma Li and said calmly, "Go outside and guard the gate. No one is allowed to come in without my permission."

This is to protect Ma Li, so that he doesn't have to be torn between loyalty and righteousness.

Ma Li glanced gratefully at Lin Li, gritted his teeth, got up, and left, closing the door to the private room behind him.

"Heh, I didn't know you had some skills."

Liu Zhangxiong stood up, pulled a switchblade from his waist, and said with a sinister look in his eyes, "Master Fang, don't hold back, cripple him! I'll take responsibility if anything goes wrong!"

"Go! Kill him!"

At his command, the seven or eight men in the private room simultaneously pulled out batons and daggers and surrounded Lin Li.

"Lin Li! Today is your death day!"

Hongyu, hiding to the side, shouted gleefully, "Dayao, if you kowtow and admit your mistake now, you might still save your life!"

"Shut up! You bitch!"

Liu Dayao roared, picked up an empty wine bottle from the ground, and stood on either side of Lin Li, along with Curly Hair, who was holding a steel pipe.

"Master Li, let's fight them!"

Lin Li looked at the approaching crowd but did not rush to make a move. Instead, he whistled.

"Shh-"

The next second, a black bolt of lightning shot out.

"roar!"

The fourth brother, who had been quietly standing to the side, suddenly roared and pounced on the man at the front.

Click!

Before the man could react, Lao Si bit his wrist, which was holding the knife.

"ah--"

A piercing scream rang out.

The fourth brother didn't back down. Instead, he suddenly shook his head, sending the man weighing over 100 pounds flying, and then pounced on his next target.

The scene instantly descended into chaos.

Looking at the excited Zhong Yuxian, Lin Li said to Liu Dayao and Curly Hair, "Protect her well."

Fang Shilun looked at the disciple who was being held tightly by the fourth brother, and a hint of annoyance flashed across his face.

If he, the dignified master of the Northern Martial Arts Hall, can't even handle a dog, how can he maintain his standing in Jiangcheng?

"You beast, you're asking for death!"

Fang Shilun roared and lashed his right leg out like a whip, striking the side of the coffee table beside him.

boom!

With a loud bang, the solid wood coffee table was kicked off the ground and flew into the air, crashing into the fourth brother who was about to pounce on another thug.

"Fourth brother, retreat!"

The fourth brother twisted his body in mid-air and jumped backward quickly after landing.

Lin Li moved swiftly, kicking the solid wood coffee table with one foot just as it was about to hit the ground.

Boom!

The coffee table slammed directly into the wall.

Fang Shilun's pupils contracted sharply. Before he could react, Lin Li suddenly leaped into the air and slashed down with his right leg, aiming straight for Fang Shilun's face.

"Arrogant!"

Fang Shilun was furious. He had always been known as the "King of Northern Legs" in the Jiangcheng martial arts world. His leg skills were already superb, and he could easily split rocks and shatter stone tablets.

This kid actually dares to challenge him to a leg technique contest?

"Cut it off!"

Fang Shilun mustered all his strength, raising his right leg from below with a sharp gust of wind, directly meeting Lin Li's downward kick.

The two legs collided in mid-air!

Click!

"ah--"

Fang Shilun couldn't help but scream in agony, feeling as if his leg bone had shattered, and a sharp pain instantly spread throughout his body.

boom!

He was sent flying backward, crashing hard into the wall of the private room before sliding awkwardly to the ground.

"Master!"

The disciples who had originally intended to attack Lin Li were all dumbfounded, frozen in place.

Fang Shilun clutched his immobile right leg, looking at Lin Li with a horrified expression: "You...your leg..."

His right leg was trembling uncontrollably. Although it wasn't broken, his periosteum was definitely damaged from that fall.

Wasn't Lin Li seriously injured?

How can he still use such a powerful and domineering leg technique?!

Lin Li looked at Fang Shilun and sneered, "Is this all the skill you have? You dare to come out and settle other people's affairs?"

"You bastard!"

Fang Shilun blushed crimson at the mocking remark, and despite the excruciating pain in his leg, he sprang up with one hand on the ground.

Since my leg techniques are inferior, I'll use my fists!

"Take this!"

Fang Shilun roared and his fists flew like the wind, heading straight for Lin Li's center.

No matter how fast his punches were or how tricky the angle, his opponent could always dodge them at a very strange angle.

"Too slow."

Lin Li made a comment and then suddenly attacked.

Snapped!

Fang Shilun felt a blur before his eyes, and then a burning pain shot through his left cheek, causing him to stagger.

"you……"

Snapped!

Before he could even utter a curse, he received an even harder slap on his right cheek.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

Lin Li's movements seemed slow, and the trajectory of each slap was clearly visible, yet Fang Shilun just couldn't dodge them!

The feeling was like being held down by an invisible hand, forced to watch helplessly as a slap landed on your face.

Fang Shilun's head was buzzing from the blow, his teeth were loose, and his mouth tasted of blood.

In just a few seconds, the once-renowned master of the Beiwu Hall in Jiangcheng was beaten until his face was covered in blood, and he was no longer the grandmaster he once was.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The curly-haired man watching was getting excited and couldn't help but loudly mock, "So this is what they call a 'master'?"

"I don't think even I can compare!"