Maybe at another time, I would study this move carefully with my master, then write a paper in his name, help him get some prize money, and save it for the times when our salaries get docked.
But now is not the time to think about these things.
The only task now is to beat this person called Xiao Jing into a pulp.
Zhang Ze charged up again, grabbed Xiao Jing's sleeve, and the incredibly precious magic robe was torn apart like tattered cloth by Zhang Ze. He twisted Xiao Jing's arm backward, and amidst the harrowing scream of bones breaking, he kicked towards Xiao Jing's waist.
With each move, there was no demeanor of a grandmaster, the fist technique was sinister, and the footwork was vulgar.
Some moves were so filthy that even Zhang Ze himself felt somewhat disdainful of using them.
However, this wasn't Zhang Ze being hypocritical, but those moves of gangster-style fist were all taught to him by Lu Tianming, that divine being.
