The ultimate master in the city

Tang Sai'er stood naked in front of Sang Buli, her long, black hair cascading gracefully down one side of her neck, her back skin smooth and delicate, looking incredibly alluring.

Sang Buli laughed and raised his hand...

Zhou Fengchen closed his eyes, shook his head, and said, "Let's go!"

He turned and left.

"Hey..." Zhang Shisan and Monk Yuanzhi were engrossed in watching when Zhou Fengchen suddenly left. They quickly caught up, turning back every few steps, and asked, "What's wrong? You were really enjoying the show."

Zhou Fengchen sneered: "Boring."

Zhang Shisan and Monk Yuanzhi exchanged glances. "It's alright, what's not interesting about it?"

Zhou Fengchen inexplicably snapped, "I said it's boring, and that's it, okay?"

This was the first time Monk Yuanzhi had ever seen Zhou Fengchen so angry, and he quickly nodded and said, "Alright, alright."

Zhang Shisan touched his nose and said, "Yeah! It's pointless. It's frustrating to see something you can't have. We can't afford to mess with Sang Buli either."

Zhou Fengchen sighed and casually asked as he walked, "Thirteen, why is Sang Buli called Mr. Three Hands? Is he a three-handed thief?"

Zhang Shisanqian chuckled and said, "I'm not sure if he's ever stolen anything, but I heard from the elders in my family that he's a genius. He mastered fetal breathing at the age of ten and had almost completely mastered the spiritual arts. At fifteen, he developed a strange skill that allowed him to use both arms simultaneously, making it seem like he had three hands. He's incredibly powerful. But my master said that he's a wicked person and has been researching hypnosis for the past two years. It's very difficult for Taoist qigong practitioners to form an external elixir."

Monk Yuanzhi asked curiously, "Who's stronger, him or my brother?"

Zhang Shisan looked embarrassed. "I guess... Sang Buli is more powerful."

Zhou Fengchen nodded, then suddenly said, "My stomach hurts a little, I need to go to the toilet, you guys wait for me a moment."

Zhang Shisan and Monk Yuanzhi didn't think much of it. They pointed to a big tree in front of them and said, "Then we'll wait for you under that big tree."

"OK."

Zhou Fengchen agreed, turned around and ran behind a snowdrift, then bent over and quickly ran towards the small temple.

Before long, they arrived at the entrance of the small temple. The temple door was closed, and the windows were blocked with dry grass. Light shone faintly from inside, and a rustling sound could be heard.

Zhou Fengchen felt uneasy. It was true that Tang Sai'er had tried to assassinate him, but they had also gone on a blind date and almost kissed. If she had died or he hadn't seen it, he could let it go, but now that he had, it was hard to just ignore it.

He took a deep breath and kicked open the temple door.

Tang Sai'er lay on the haystack with dazed eyes, while Sang Buli, who had already taken off his coat, heard the door being kicked open. He turned around, glanced at Zhou Fengchen casually, and asked, "Who's there?"

Zhou Fengchen smiled and went inside. He kicked off Tang Sai'er's clothes and covered her with them before saying, "I was just passing by. The snow was too heavy, so I came to take shelter from it."

Sang Buli glanced at Tang Sai'er's clothes, sneered, and put her coat back on. "There's always a sense of order, isn't there? Isn't it a bit impolite to ruin someone else's good time like this?"

Zhou Fengchen nodded. "Well, I'll be impolite then. How should I put it?"

"That makes things easier! Die!" Sang Buli said, throwing a sudden punch.

The punch was powerful and fast, even producing a whooshing sound.

Zhou Fengchen narrowed his eyes. His opponent's attack was unpretentious, but its power, angle, and speed were all impeccable. An ordinary person would not even be able to react before their head was smashed.

In a flash, he clenched his fist and retaliated.

Snapped!

Zhou Fengchen took five or six steps back. Sang Buli was even more outrageous; he was sent flying and crashed into the wall with a "bang." He looked up in disbelief, slapped the wall with one hand, and flashed to the doorway. He looked at Zhou Fengchen seriously and smiled, "He's quite an expert. Interesting."

Zhou Fengchen shook his neck and stretched his body, his bones cracking, then stretched out a hand, "However, you grandson have disappointed me greatly."

Sang Buli's pupils contracted as he observed Zhou Fengchen's starting stance and aura, his expression turning serious. "His external martial arts have reached their pinnacle, and his internal martial arts have also reached their peak! At your age... it's terrifying!"

As he spoke, he lightly touched the ground with his foot and clenched his fist to strike.

"You're welcome!" Zhou Fengchen smiled and went to greet him.

In an instant, figures clashed, back and forth, snow flew everywhere, fists and feet struck, crackling and popping.

Sang Buli's martial arts skills were extremely powerful, and every move was perfect. This was the first time Zhou Fengchen had felt pressure from anyone other than his father. Even the old monk Xinglin from the Bodhidharma Academy of Shaolin Temple did not make him feel this way.

Sang Buli's expression shifted constantly, feeling even more uncomfortable. This kid wasn't some expert at all; he was a complete freak! His fighting style was unconventional, his skill was incredibly mature, and he was extremely ruthless and vicious, like an old monster. More importantly, he had increased his power from 30% to 80%, but the other party remained unchanged, unhurried and unconcerned, as if he didn't care at all. He couldn't even sense the depth of the other party's strength. Where did this monster come from?

Thinking of this, he waved his hand to repel Zhou Fengchen and quickly asked, "Who are you?"

Zhou Fengchen chuckled. "My name is Zhou Fengchen. What other skills do you have? Show them all, or I'll beat you up."

"hehe."

Sang Buli's heart trembled. He smiled, but there was no smile on his face. He stretched out his fists, his body tensed, and he used his full power with overwhelming force.

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Zhou Fengchen smiled, bent one leg and stood on the other, his hands formed into claws, his body tilted to the side, his aura extremely fierce.

"Nine Yin White Bone Claw!? Damn it!" Sang Buli was taken aback. He gritted his teeth, pushed off with his feet, and punched out.

clap clap...

The two fought hand in hand for over a dozen rounds in an instant. Just then, a third hand suddenly and strangely extended from Sang Buli's ribs, viciously slashing towards Zhou Fengchen's Qihai acupoint.

This was going to ruin his martial arts skills. If Zhang Shisan hadn't reminded him, Zhou Fengchen might have really suffered a loss. Now, he was on guard, calm and collected, and quickly retreated after raising his foot to block.

Sang Buli's underhanded trick failed, and he was almost driven mad. He cursed loudly, stepped forward, and closed in. This time, he not only extended a third hand, but even a fourth and a fifth. His whole body was covered in hands, like an alien.

"Xuan Shiliu, walk the Yu Step!" Zhou Fengchen stepped out with strange steps and disappeared in a flash.

"Walk the Yu Step!?" Sang Buli was taken aback. He dodged instantly, changing positions three or four times in the blink of an eye. Seven or eight hands lashed out in all directions in a chaotic manner.

"One-Finger Divine Skill!"

A voice suddenly came from above, startling Sang Buli, who quickly waved his arms to defend himself.

But two fingers slipped perfectly through his arm and landed on his chest.

Sang Buli felt a sharp pain in his chest and immediately lay down, his body moving like a fish, swimming away in an impossible and bizarre way across the snow.

However, a voice rang in his ears again, "Shadow Split Kick!"

"Snapped!"

Sang Buli felt as if he had been hit by a train. He scraped across the snow and crashed into a big tree behind him, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

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