As his words fell, behind him, a middle-aged man in a tunic stood up, looking thin, but there was a beastly wild aura emanating from his body.

He stared coldly at Wang Yan, as if a tiger was staring at his prey.

"Brother Ash, don't be provoked by him......

Zhou Tong whispered to Wang Yan: "This guy is the personal trainer hired by my father for him, it is said that he is an underground black boxing champion, and his strength has reached the fourth level of martial arts, you ......

Before he could finish speaking, he heard a faint voice ringing in his ears.

"Contest? Yes."

Zhou Tong was dumbfounded all of a sudden, and when he looked up, Wang Yan was looking at Zhou Xiang and the personal trainer beside him with a calm face, and he didn't hear his words at all.

"Brother Ash, you ......"

He also wanted to stop Wang Ash, but Wang Ash patted him on the shoulder, signaling that he didn't need to say more.

"That's what you promised!"

Zhou Xiang was just talking hi.

I didn't expect that the kid in front of me, who looked like a woman, was a fool, and he really agreed.

A cruel look suddenly appeared on his face: "You don't regret it!"

"Pavilion master, please help us open a martial arts arena, so that this kid can compete with my personal trainer!"

He was afraid that Wang Yan would regret it, so he hurriedly said to the hall owner: "I want to see how many catties and taels he, the so-called master, is comparable to the coach next to me!"

The owner of the hall stood between the two of them, a little dilemma.

The personal trainer is not an easy person at first glance, and the evil aura on his body is real, obviously he has really seen blood.

And this young man, although he doesn't know why he was able to get in touch with President Lu of the Martial Arts League, but looking at his young age, his strength is at most a first-level martial artist, but he is just a young child who has not been deeply involved in the world, and he may not be able to kill a chicken.

You can guess the result of such a contest with your toes.

However, the owner of the hall couldn't watch Wang Yan being beaten up by this personal trainer, after all, President Lu could personally call and recommend him to join the Yokohashi Martial Arts Hall, which was enough to prove that this guy had a great relationship with President Lu.

If this kid was really beaten up by this personal trainer brought by Zhou Xiang in his own martial arts hall, how could he explain it to President Lu?

"Hehe, two, I think it's okay to fight, it's busy in the martial arts hall today, there is really no extra martial arts room, it's better to ......."

The hall owner tried to play a round, but suddenly heard Wang Yan say lightly: "There is no need to borrow the martial arts room."

"Boy, what do you mean, don't you want to regret it?"

Zhou Xiang subconsciously thought that Wang Yan didn't dare, and began to retreat.

"Repentance?"

Wang Yan glanced at Zhou Xiang lightly, and said calmly: "No, I mean, there is no need to be so troublesome, it is just a few seconds of effort, just solve it here."

A few seconds of effort?

Zhou Xiang's first reaction was, since this kid knew that he would be beaten down in a few seconds, why did he still accept this challenge?

Is the head show funny?

But in an instant, when he saw the incomparable calm in Wang Yan's eyes, he seemed to realize something.

This kid didn't think he was going to lose.

By a few seconds, he was referring to his personal trainer!

He was saying that his personal trainer, in front of him, couldn't even last a few seconds!

A huge sense of absurdity instantly permeated Zhou Xiang's heart, and he couldn't help but sneer: "Are you scared stupid? You don't think you can get rid of my personal trainer in a matter of seconds, do you?"

"Can you or can't, can you know if you compare it?"

Wang Yan responded lightly, then frowned, and said impatiently, "Is your nonsense finished, is it still compared?"

"Compare, why not?"

Zhou Xiang said coldly: "I want to see if you will be beaten to the ground like a dead dog for a while, and you can still be as arrogant as you are now!" Uncle Chen, don't spare your hands, solve this kid within a minute!"

"A minute?"

Wang Yan's arrogant words made the personal trainer named Uncle Chen also have a gloomy face, and he said coldly: "Three seconds, three seconds can't take this kid, I will resign and leave by myself."

The people around them quickly retreated, making way for the two of them.

Zhou Tong's face was extremely worried, he knew that Wang Yan's strength was unusual, but the personal trainer named Uncle Chen was a real fourth-level martial artist, and he was the boxing champion of underground black boxing for several consecutive years!

No matter how talented Wang Yan is, he is only in his third year of high school now!

How can he be this Uncle Chen's opponent?

Until now, he couldn't understand why Wang Yan agreed to Zhou Xiang's challenge.

The hall owner on the other side also tensed his spirit, always paying attention to every move on the field, and was ready to rush out to stop it if something was wrong, and he must not let Wang Yan have any problems.

What are you kidding, this is someone who can have a relationship with President Lu, and it is likely to be a relative of President Lu.

If President Lu's relatives have problems in his martial arts hall, then there is no need for him to continue to run the Hengqiao martial arts hall.

"Boy, I want to see if you can be arrogant in a while......

Zhou Xiang sneered and looked at the two people standing opposite each other on the field, as if he had seen the ending of Wang Yan being punched and lying on the ground like a dead dog.

How strong can a person who can mix with his waste brother be?

It's just a piece of rubbish!

There are still two months before the college entrance examination, and his waste brother still can't accept the fact that he is just a waste, and he fantasizes about one day being able to open up his mind overnight, and what do you say to find a master to guide him and surpass him?

Today, he will completely smash the dream of this waste brother!

"Seeing that you are so young, it is estimated that you are at most the strength of a first-level martial artist, right?"

Uncle Chen and Wang Yan were separated by more than ten meters, standing opposite each other.

He put one hand behind his back, his chin raised slightly, and looked down at Wang Yan faintly in a slanted attitude: "Young man like you, I saw a lot back then, relying on how talented you are, you don't know that the sky is high and the earth is thick, in fact, there is a sky outside the sky, and there are many existences in this world that you can't afford to provoke......

"Did you come up to fight me, or did you talk nonsense?"

Uncle Chen's forced was only halfway before he was interrupted by Wang Yan to cast a spell.

He plucked out his ears impatiently: "If you want to fight, you can fight, where is there so much nonsense!"

"Humph!"

Uncle Chen's face was also gloomy, he snorted coldly, and only stretched out one hand very much: "Don't say that I bully you with big bullies, I only use one hand, and let you do it first, as long as you can survive under my hand for three seconds, you win!"

He has this self-confidence, he is a dignified fourth-level martial artist, not to mention using only one hand, even if he doesn't use his hands, dealing with this boy who is not a first-level martial artist at best is just a hand-to-hand capture.

"With only one hand?"

Wang Yan suddenly laughed.

He licked his lips.

"I advise you, it's better to use your all!"

While the words were still floating, his body moved, as if turning into a bolt of lightning, and rushed towards Uncle Chen like lightning, a distance of more than ten meters, and it was .. in an instant

"That's fast!"

The figure rushed forward like a violent wind, Uncle Chen's eyelids twitched fiercely, and when he was surprised in his heart, he instantly realized something.

He was completely wrong in his judgment of that teenager!

That young man is not only a first-level martial artist!

Such a terrifying speed is definitely not something that a first-level martial artist can burst out!

After all, Uncle Chen is also a boxer who has been in the underground ring for many years

, The reaction was not slow, and at this moment, he had already left what he said before, and his hands suddenly pushed out, and the sharp palm wind rushed straight towards Wang Yan.

What are you kidding, and you have to pretend to be forced to use only one hand when you realize that something is wrong, isn't this a pure fool?

"Is that all you have?"

However, as soon as Uncle Chen's palms were pushed out, a faint voice sounded in his ears.

Before Uncle Chen could think about the meaning of this sentence, he suddenly felt a huge force, like a mountain torrent and tsunami, hitting his chest hard.

He only felt as if he had been hit by a wild horse running at high speed, and his whole body was about to fall apart in an instant, and all his strength was crushed in an instant.

Before he could let a scream erupt from his throat, he felt himself once again in the hands of an iron pincer.

The big hand seemed to contain endless power, grabbed him by the neck, jerked him high in the air, and then slammed him to the ground.

Bang!

Even if the people around them had already retreated a distance of dozens of meters, they still felt a violent sense of concussion spread from under their feet.

But no one cared about the shock anymore.

Everyone's eyes widened, Zhou Xiang, Zhou Tong, the hall owner, the man at the front desk, and a few sneering members in the martial arts hall...... Without exception.

They all stared incredulously at the center of the hall with a look of hell.

In the midst of everyone's incredulous gazes, Wang Yan slowly got up.

Countless spiderweb-like cracks spread from his feet to the luxurious marble floor.

And in the heart of the rift was a dead dog-like figure.

His whole body was embedded in the floor, like a worm encased in amber.

Motionless, already passed out.

Facing Zhou Xiang's ghost-like gaze, Wang Yan laughed slowly, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

"I said, a few seconds of work is enough."

The hall owner stared at Uncle Chen, who was embedded in the floor like a dead dog, his brain seemed to be down, and he could hardly accept the scene he was seeing.

It was a long time before he let out a heavy breath.

He finally understood how this boy named Wang Ember had an unpredictable relationship with President Lu.

The scene in front of me is enough to explain this.