Finally, it reached midday. A middle-aged man in a shirt and with a goatee slowly pushed open the doors of the auditorium and walked in, casually locking the door behind him.,Zhang Meng, since he hadn't received an invitation to the Association Grand Competition, was politely escorted out of the hall by staff while he was still waiting.,The man reacted incredibly quickly, raising his arms to block the attack. But how could his arm strength compare to the power of legs With a resounding "bang," his feet struck his arms squarely in the face.。