A life of success begins with being a landlord.

Even with Liang Laosi's small stature, the three of them combined couldn't beat Nan Batian.

Sending him to the Shaolin Temple for three more years of advanced training still wouldn't be enough to defeat him!

Even if you castrate him to be a eunuch, giving him a copy of the Sunflower Manual won't work.

Therefore, I strongly agree with Nan Batian's proposal.

Don't they all like to pretend to be heroes? Then let's see who's the real deal!

Liang Laosi hesitated, not daring to accept the challenge, and said with a forced smile, "Brother Nan is clearly a master. I am no match for him, so why should I embarrass myself?"

"What, are you not giving me face?"

Nan Batian snorted and pointed at his men: "How about this, Brother Liang, pick one from here, just pick anyone. As long as you win, everything will be fine."

Nan Batian loved boxing and martial arts, and his security guards also liked to practice a few moves, so they were all considered mediocre experts.

This is called "what the superiors like, the inferiors will do even more".

Liang Laosi glanced at everyone present, but still dared not accept the challenge.

However, the friends that Liang Laosi brought seemed eager to try it out.

"How about this..." Nan Batian pointed at me:

"Brother Liang, you and your friend go together and spar with Wang Yaozu. If the two of you can beat Wang Yaozu, I'll help you resolve your problem!"

Holy crap, so it turns out Nan Batian was after me all along!

What is this guy trying to do?

Liang Laosi's expression brightened, and he asked, "Brother Nan, is that really true?"

"Really!" Nan Batian nodded and said to me:

"Brother, you should stretch your legs a bit. Go up and spar with your friend. If you lose, just give Brother Liang some face and let's put an end to all the misunderstandings."

"Alright, since my senior brother has spoken, I have to give him face!"

I could only nod and point to the boxing ring: "Liang Laosi, you guys go up on stage and change your clothes."

Liang Laosi gritted his teeth and led his friend onto the boxing ring.

I also took off my shoes, ready to go on stage.

Sister Li walked over and asked in a low voice, "Can you handle one against two?"

"Sis, no problem!"

I still have some confidence.

Once they were in the boxing ring, they took off their leather shoes and put on cloth shoes with thick soles.

Liang Laosi asked me, "Brother Zu, should we put on our boxing gloves?"

"casual."

"Then let's put them on."

Liang Laosi's friend asked me, "Brother Zu, are there rules for practicing boxing? Is it boxing or Sanda?"

"Boxing, Sanda, judo, wrestling—anything goes. Even groin grabbing and eye gouging are fine. Beat me down, and you win!"

I put on my boxing gloves and started stretching.

Liang Laosi seemed confident of victory and smiled at me, saying, "Brother Zu, I'm just a fake, a charlatan. But my friend Mu Hu is a genuine Shaolin disciple who studied at Mount Song for five years."

"Wow, you're a master. When the fight starts, don't hold back." I sneered.

Graduates of martial arts performance classes may not necessarily be able to fight; they may just be good at somersaults.

Only those who come from Sanda training classes can be considered true combat masters.

Mu Hu was also moving his arms and legs, stretching and kicking, and his movements were very graceful.

Warm-up complete, competition begins.

Liang Laosi and Mu Hu, one on the left and one on the right, sandwiched me in the middle.

"Take this!"

I shouted and lunged at Mu Hu with a punch.

Mu Hu, unaware of my abilities, took a step back.

I suddenly turned around and lunged at Liang Laosi: "Take this!"

I planned to use a feint to take down Liang Laosi first, so I could deal with Mu Hu without worry. This was my initial strategy.

Sure enough, this tactic worked.

When Liang Laosi saw me rushing over, he hesitated for a moment, then threw a punch at my face.

"Go away!"

I turned around and delivered a powerful shoulder kick, sending Liang Laosi flying.

"Ouch..."

With a startled cry, Liang Laosi crashed into the ropes of the boxing ring, bounced back, and slammed heavily onto the ring again.

I followed up with a kick, landing on Liang Laosi's shoulder.

With a scream, Liang Laosi tumbled off the boxing ring.

But at the same time, Mu Hu pounced on me, throwing punches like the wind, aiming straight for my face.

This kid has definitely trained; his boxing skills are quite professional.

I temporarily avoided the main attack, retreating step by step around the boxing ring, fighting while retreating.

This is what Brother Xu taught me: when you encounter a master, never attack head-on, but instead retreat and fight.

With a thud, I was punched in the chest.

But it's light and weak, with little power, similar to the Bone-Melting Palm technique!

I remain vigilant, focusing more on defense than offense.

Mu Hu was eager to win, so he threw punches faster and faster, chasing after me.

I am tall, while Mu Hu is short, only about 1.73 meters tall.

At first, Mu Hu attacked my head, which I could easily dodge.

So Mu Hu adjusted his tactics, attacking my center, with every move aimed at my chest and abdomen.

I continued to fight and retreat, trying to wear down Mu Hu's stamina.

Sister Li and Erxia watched from below the stage, their faces filled with worry.

Nan Batian shook his head repeatedly, seemingly complaining that I hadn't played well today.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang.

Mu Hu groaned and collapsed limply onto the boxing ring.

I took two steps back and let out a long breath.

Nan Batian was taken aback: "How did you just execute that move? I still don't understand!"

That move I just did is the "Scorpion Tail Swing," which I've been practicing since elementary school.

When executing this move, suddenly bend over, kick from behind, and aim at the enemy directly in front of you by looping your leg over your head.

It's somewhat like the "upside-down kick to the purple and gold crown" in dance, but not quite.

This move is extremely difficult to master, but it is incredibly lethal.

Since I've practiced leg techniques since I was a child, Mu Hu was hit on the head and immediately passed out.

At this moment, Liang Laosi had already climbed up from below the stage, his face bruised and swollen, and shouted, "Brother Zu, stop hitting us! We admit defeat!"

I took a breath and nodded.

I've already given them a taste of their power, and I don't want to fight them anymore.

Gao Jianfeng and Ye Xiaotian jumped onto the boxing ring to check Mu Hu's injuries and begin to treat him.

A few minutes later, Mu Hu slowly woke up, was dragged off the boxing ring, and made to sit against the wall.

Sister Li walked up to me, beaming, "Little brother, you're really amazing! I've had a real eye-opener today!"

Ye Xiaotian also looked at me with new respect and said in a low voice, "Brother Zu, so you're a great hero! Teach me a few moves sometime."

I waved my hand.

There's no need for mutual flattery among family members.

Liang Laosi was beaten so badly that he was completely convinced of his superiority. His face was ashen. He said, "Brother Zu, I never expected you to be so good at kung fu and fight so well. No wonder you've done so well in Dongguan."

I chuckled and said, "Brother Liang, thank you for the compliment."

Liang Laosi gritted his teeth: "We lost today, and it's on Brother Zu's turf again. Brother Zu, do whatever you want with me."

Why would I kill you?

I beckoned to Gao Jianfeng to bring me Nan Batian's tray of throwing knives.

Then, I casually picked up Nan Batian's throwing knife and threw it at the target.

Boom, boom, boom!

One after another, the throwing knives struck the target with perfect accuracy.

I feel that the throwing knife customized by Nan Batian is better than my screwdriver.

However, this thing is, after all, a weapon, and it's not appropriate to carry it around. It is known that weapons are instruments of violence, and even sages use them only as a last resort. Why resort to knives unless absolutely necessary? A screwdriver will suffice.

When Liang Laosi and Mu Hu saw how skillfully I threw my knife, they were even more terrified and dared not speak.

After a while, I fiddled with the last throwing knife and smiled at Liang Laosi:

"How about we play another round of knife throwing? Like before, the two of you and me. Whoever gets stabbed to death is out of luck."