Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil-Chapter 982 - 909: Beijiang District, Ghost Hand Gang

Chapter 982: Chapter 909: Beijiang District, Ghost Hand Gang

"Stop, stop! Kid, stop immediately!"

Park Myung Jun shouted, unexpectedly rushing down from the podium.

This was his most prized disciple. If Zhong Ming continued to beat him like this, he might get beaten to death!

Upon hearing this, Zhong Ming tossed Li Xiangyu aside, but unfortunately, he had already been knocked out, lying on the ground like a dead dog.

Though Zhong Ming seemed ruthless, he had actually protected Li Xiangyu a bit. Otherwise, with such a thrashing, Li Xiangyu would have long been a goner!

"You little bastard, who the hell are you to be so vicious!"

Park Myung Jun stormed up to the stage, glaring angrily at Zhong Ming, ready to intervene personally.

Yuan Shijie, seeing this, quickly ran up too, directly blocking Park Myung Jun’s path.

"Park Myung Jun, what are you doing? This is a fair martial arts competition, what are you trying to do? There are so many spectators and reporters here, are you planning to take action yourself?"

Yuan Shijie shouted loudly, not expecting Park Myung Jun to be so impulsive as to directly rush up.

If a conflict really broke out, this exchange event would truly become a laughingstock.

"Hmph, get out of the way. I want to teach him a lesson myself!"

Park Myung Jun spoke with a livid face, his eyes filled with rage.

Zhong Ming had been too brutal; Li Xiangyu was his most beloved disciple!

"Park Myung Jun, you are also a master of a generation. Are you going to bully a junior in front of everyone?"

Military Commander Xiao also rebuked, feeling that Park Myung Jun’s behavior was utterly lacking in dignity.

"Hmph, this boy is ruthless and lacking in martial virtue. As a senior, it’s just right for me to teach him a lesson and show him how to behave!"

Park Myung Jun said coldly.

"Park Myung Jun, you’re too much. Just now, Li Xiangyu was vicious, and you said nothing. Our disciple was severely injured by him, yet you were laughing and talking, saying that Huaxia has no one!"

Yuan Shijie retorted.

"You claim to be a senior with such arrogance?" At this moment, Zhong Ming, standing behind Yuan Shijie, suddenly spoke up, "In this world, only my instructor can discipline me. Who do you think you are?"

With this one sentence, both Yuan Shijie and Military Commander Xiao were stunned, and Park Myung Jun was instantly furious.

Zhong Ming, having a background in the military, was never one to have a good temper, and spending time with Ye Qingfeng had only made him more domineering.

"Old man, if you want to die, hurry over here."

"You little bastard, you’re courting death!"

Park Myung Jun couldn’t hold back any longer and bypassed Yuan Shijie and Military Commander Xiao, charging directly at Zhong Ming.

Park Myung Jun’s strength was not weak; he could be said to be a genuine Martial Artist.

Unfortunately, with the help of Ye Qingfeng’s medicine liquid, Zhong Ming had now become a Warrior.

In his eyes, Park Myung Jun was like an adult compared to a child.

Bang!

Zhong Ming suddenly kicked, like lightning, directly hitting Park Myung Jun in the chest, sending him flying backward.

The audience was stunned, unsure how to express themselves. This newcomer was too fierce, not only brutally beating the Korean contestant.

But even the Korean president, a true expert, was sent flying with just one kick!

The reporters were completely excited, frantically snapping photos beneath the stage.

Zhong Ming stood on stage, unmoved, coldly looking at the angry Korean team members below.

"If any of you are dissatisfied, come up, all of you!"

Zhong Ming stood proudly, directly challenging the Korean team members.

Unable to hold back any longer, a group of more than a dozen Korean team members immediately swarmed up.

Military Commander Xiao watched with cold eyes, Yuan Shijie wanted to mediate, but how could he stop it? The proud Koreans couldn’t tolerate such insults from Zhong Ming.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

These ordinary Korean team members looked even weaker in the eyes of Zhong Ming, a single roundhouse kick sent several sprawling, every punch and kick landing on someone.

"Wow, that’s awesome, so domineering, so satisfying."

"This, this is what Huaxia’s martial arts should be, the Korean kung fu is quite ordinary!"

"The revitalization of Huaxia Martial Arts is promising, haha."

The audience went crazy, ready to leave but witnessing such an explosive scene, it was simply unbelievable.

Soon, Zhong Ming had knocked down the Korean team members, with no one left to challenge him.

Zhong Ming directly walked towards the stage, saying as he passed by Military Commander Xiao, "Sir, rest assured, I’ve controlled my strength, they will be fine and will recover soon."

After speaking, he directly walked over to Ye Qingfeng.

Du Jing was one of the reporters, quickly catching up and jogging to Zhong Ming’s side, "Sir, you were amazing, truly a credit to the nation. May I have a brief interview with you?"

"Sorry, I don’t have the time and don’t accept interviews."

Zhong Ming ignored Du Jing and instead walked up to Ye Qingfeng, respectfully saluting.

"Instructor, mission accomplished!"

Zhong Ming reported with confidence.

This was the most satisfying, most gratifying fight he had ever had.

"Click."

Du Jing quickly raised her camera, capturing and documenting this scene.

Because she heard with her own ears, this invincible contestant was calling this handsome young man instructor!

Du Jing was shocked, this young man seemed just in his early twenties, with a delicate and tall appearance, how could he possibly be the instructor of that contestant?

This contestant was already so powerful, whether against the Korean contestants, their president, or even a group, none were his match.

So, how powerful must his instructor be? Could this young man also be a mysterious expert?

Du Jing asked herself in shock.

"Alright, let’s go."

Ye Qingfeng prepared to leave directly, not expecting the other reporters to react and swarm around Zhong Ming.

"Go."

Ye Qingfeng turned and walked towards a window, then jumped down.

Zhong Ming glanced back at the astonished reporters and a group of approaching spectators, without hesitating, he followed and jumped down.

This was only the third floor, for Zhong Ming’s current strength, jumping down was no issue.

A group of people was startled by their action, rushed to the window to look, yet couldn’t see any trace of them.

The reporters and spectators were almost speechless, who were these two?

So powerful yet so eccentric in their actions, too mysterious!

The reporters turned their focus to Yuan Shijie, as he was the only one who knew the origin of these two!

After Ye Qingfeng left the venue, it wasn’t long before he received a call.

It was from Wang Siyu.

"Ye Qingfeng, the Ghost Hand Gang sent a message, meet at an abandoned factory in the suburbs of Beijiang District."