o worry about your future in the entertainment industry.""A Japanese person" Wang Zheng's eyes lit up."What's so special about a Japanese person I'm not going." Liu Xuan looked at Wang Zheng; clearly...Chapter 263 The Battle Has Just Begun!

Gilded Knives and Silver Threads! Xiao Chenyu appears!

Li Minghao smiled slightly as he looked at the figure standing beside him, encircled by golden radiance, and said coolly: "Thanks."

The gilded knife danced on his fingertips. Xiao Chenyu coldly said: "Leave this to me; you go."

"Alright." Without hesitation, Li Minghao knew that Wang Zheng was now facing a greater danger, so he turned around and ran off.

"Where do you think you're going" Upon seeing this, Qiang Dongsong naturally wouldn’t let it rest, just as he wanted to take a step forward to chase after him, Xiao Chenyu's gilded knife flew towards them. It made a large arc in the air, encircling both Katie and himself!

Qiang Dongsong’s steps were forced to stop; looking at Xiao Chenyu, he asked: "Are you with the Su Family What do you want to do Don't tell me you don’t know that the Su Family is an ally of the military academy"

"The Su Family is an ally of the military academy" Xiao Chenyu looked at Qiang Dongsong, his mood gradually turning cold: "I'm just a small figure in Chinese folk society; I can't even associate with the Su Family."

“It doesn’t matter who you are, today, you’re dead.” Frustrated by repeatedly being blocked, Qiang Dongsong was furious.

"Is that so" Xiao Chenyu’s gilded knife gleamed as he said: "Come at me then."

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After Wang Zheng threw out the silver needles, his figure explosively retreated to avoid falling within the attack range of Xie Anping.

Xie Anping had expected this move from Wang Zheng; he continued his kick towards Wang Zheng’s throat without retracting it and swept with his other leg in defiance of physical laws, sweeping away those flying needles!

Wang Zheng sadly found that every time he faced a more powerful opponent, his silver needles seemed to lose their attacking power!

However, Wang Zheng didn't have time to grieve. Xie Ping'an's formidable momentum forced him to concentrate all his energy on dealing with the situation!

Xie Ping'an was a grandmaster of Wing Chun, but perhaps others weren’t aware of this fact, while Wang Zheng knew very well that besides being unmatched in hand techniques, Xie Ping'an’s legwork was equally terrifying. Otherwise, it would be impossible to achieve such formidable strength with an imbalance between upper and lower body development.

Looking at the young man before him, Xie Ping'an's heart was filled with uncontrollable anger. He hadn't yet reached a stage where he could view everything calmly; originally, there was every possibility that he might reach unprecedented heights in Wing Chun, but ultimately his efforts had fallen short. All of his aspirations were shattered by this guy named Wang Zheng.

The loss of an arm almost made Xie Ping'an despair. Every day during recovery, the image of Wang Zheng would appear before him, causing a drastic change in his disposition. If he was once a highly respected elder, now he had become a powder keg that anyone could ignite at any moment; nobody dared provoke him, and even servants kept their distance from him, not even acknowledging Su Tianran.

In martial arts training, one's mindset is crucial. Xie Ping'an knew that Wang Zheng had completely shattered his dao heart. Unless he killed this person right now, it would be impossible for him to ever return to the state of peak performance.

This man must die, and he has to be eliminated by my own hand.

For this trip to Japan, Su Fuhua originally planned to use Japanese hands to eliminate Wang Zheng without intending to involve Xie Ping'an. After all, the cards in his hand were limited, and every card used meant one less card remaining. Moreover, since Xie Ping'an's last injury, both his mentality and physical condition hadn't recovered; he was far from peak form at that time. Dispatching him would naturally be very risky.

However, Su Fuhua couldn’t resist Xie Ping'an’s eager request to participate, looking at this old subordinate who had followed him for many years, feeling somewhat sympathetic. He understood clearly that even if he didn't send Xie Ping'an out, the latter would secretly head to Japan on his own; Wang Zheng was a knot in the heart of the Wing Chun Battle King, and it needed to be untied.

With hatred in his heart, Xie Ping'an's attacks became even more fierce.

Although he had lost an arm, this didn’t mean that Xie Ping'an forgot all his hand techniques. Combining the formidable leg techniques with a hand steeped in Wing Chun for many years, Xie Ping’an remained a person capable of looking down upon the martial arts world in China.

Therefore, Wang Zheng was now in a very awkward situation; no, it was extremely awkward.

In the past, he couldn’t last more than five moves against Xie Ping'an’s attacks. Now, although he could hold on for slightly longer, it remained incredibly difficult and he was always at a disadvantage!

"F**k, what an abnormal freak."

Wang Zheng sighed as one hand blocked Xie Ping'an's elbow strike, immediately feeling numbness in his arm. He then retreated continuously to create distance from Xie Ping'an.

Xie Pingan's strength lies in close combat; if the distance is too great, his abilities cannot be fully utilized. With one explosive step, Xie Pingan leaped up again, crossing his legs to kick Wang Zheng as though he were mid-air stepping!

No one could imagine that such a seemingly frail old man could still possess such shocking explosive power!

"Damn it, don't think you can bully me!"

Even a clay figure has its limit to patience. Our comrade Eastern Wicked King couldn’t take being suppressed and beaten down any longer; he finally got angry.

In the face of Xie Pingan's lightning-fast leg techniques, Wang Zheng no longer dodged but instead forcefully pushed off the ground and twisted his body, flipping mid-air in place to form a half-circle rotation, much like a bicycle kick in football, delivering a violent strike with his shinbone onto Xie Pingan's right leg!

Both of them were in mid-air without any support, this fierce collision sent Wang Zheng flying out more than five meters and rolling into the distant grass.

Xie Pingan also staggered backward three steps upon landing before he could stop his momentum!

Holding his numb right leg while hiding in the grass, a sense of shock involuntarily arose in Wang Zheng's heart.

This old guy’s strength is simply too formidable. My calves still had ten kilograms of lead and mercury weight bags strapped to them. It was like hitting Xie Pingan with a steel plate, yet he didn't flinch! I didn’t expect that even through such a tough weight bag, Xie Pingan could make my leg go numb!

Little did Wang Zheng know that while his heart was slightly alarmed, the amazement in Xie Pingan's heart far exceeded his.

Xie Pingan believed that this kick had enough power to cleave through metal and split stones. He thought Wang Zheng would definitely try to dodge it but to his surprise, not only did Wang Zheng fail to evade it, he also recklessly charged forward without hesitation.

If the opponent insists on rushing into certain death, then Xie Pingan will grant him that wish.

Unexpectedly, when Xie Pingan delivered this kick, it felt like hitting an iron plate; his right leg instantly became excruciatingly painful! Virtually all the force he exerted was violently rebounding back!

Though Wang Zheng had been kicked far away, Xie Pingan firmly believed that his injuries were more severe than Wang Zheng's.

Felling intense pain in his right shin, Xie Pingan's eyes blazed with uncontainable fury. That cunning bastard actually managed to injure him!

He was so proficient in Wing Chun that he could be considered peerless, yet he had been repeatedly outmaneuvered by this brat! His arm had already been crippled last time; would his leg now suffer the same fate

"How's it going, old man Did kicking into steel feel good" Wang Zheng wrapped his right calf and struggled to get up from the ground. "It was pretty tough."

The impact had also made his right leg numb with pain, temporarily disabling him from moving freely. He could only stall for time through conversation.

He believed that Xie Pingan must have sustained considerable injuries as well; whatever force he exerted, the same would be inflicted upon himself. No matter how tough and resilient one was, it was impossible to avoid injury under such circumstances.

Besides, based on Xie Pingan's fighting style, if he hadn't been injured before, he would undoubtedly have pressed his advantage now. The fact that he wasn't moving indicated that even his right leg had lost some control.

Seeing the enraged look in Xie Pingan’s eyes, Wang Zheng actually chuckled and said, "How about it, old man Come on, no matter how strong you are, you still got played around by this kid!"

Xie Pingan stared at Wang Zheng with clenched fists. His right leg was still not fully functional despite his best efforts to suppress the pain.

If he could just hold out for another thirty seconds, he would be able to recover completely. At that moment, Xie Pingan hoped more than ever that Wang Zheng would continue talking.

However, Wang Zheng suddenly fell silent.

Wang Zheng rolled up his trouser legs, revealing the hard lead and mercury weight bags strapped to his shins.

For over twenty years, he had worn these weights daily, except during summer when he wore shorts. They had become a part of him.

If an ordinary person were asked to wear ten kilograms of weight on each leg every day, they likely wouldn't be able to walk properly. But Wang Zheng could leap and jump with them as if they weren't there at all.

Wang Zheng's face was solemn as he untied the weight bags and threw them aside with a dull thud.e to turn things around!Although he greatly appreciated the tactical skills of the Dragon Scale Unit, being pointed at with no face left by King Zheng made Commander Han, who was known for his unconve...