Chapter 62 Is He Taking Drugs?

"Which dojo disciple is that? He looks great, but he's a little too young."

"What's that barbarian Li Zhaoquan doing? Bullying a kid?"

Dojo disciples from various schools also came forward to join in the fun.

Zhang Daqing interrupted and said, "I heard that he's the new disciple of Canglong Dojo. Today should be his first appearance."

"Canglong Dojo? So, he's the last disciple of the 'Dragon King'?"

"Why don't you hold a master-apprentice banquet to liven it up? The circle has been quiet recently, and there's nothing interesting at all."

"You don't know this. He's always low-key in accepting disciples. Except for the unclear situation of the first disciple Meng Bo, the other disciples were accepted quietly..."

Several martial artists started a heated discussion.

A person's reputation is like a tree's shadow. Li Qi, the old owner of Canglong Dojo, has a great reputation. He is well-known even in the circle of the inner ring city, not to mention in the 'countryside' of Qingcheng.

Although the other party had his legs broken by a ruthless man more than 20 years ago, which killed his spirit and made him half disabled now, the former reputation of "Dragon Lord" was still respected in the underworld.

The commotion of the onlookers did not affect the two people present.

Xue Jing looked up at the sturdy man in front of him, and a question mark appeared in his mind.

Seeing that Xue Jing did not speak and seemed to be frightened, Li Zhaoquan grinned and said in a loud voice:

"Don't worry, don't be afraid, it's working time now, I won't bother you at this time."

Then, he changed the subject.

"It's just that... we are colleagues now. If there is danger later, we have to cooperate. This requires us to understand each other's level in advance, don't you think?"

Xue Jing did not show any expression, but asked calmly: "What do you want to say?"

Li Zhaoquan stretched out his right hand, rolled up his sleeves to his elbows, revealing his muscles as strong as iron blocks, and grinned:

"Shake hands."

In the old days, if a martial artist wanted to make a living by martial arts, reputation was the most important thing.

Therefore, famous martial artists would never fight easily. Once one side lost, the reputation would be smashed. Even if they really had to fight, they would fight privately behind closed doors, and would not tell anyone whether they won or lost.

If they really had to fight in an open battle with their respective schools' reputations at stake, it basically meant that the two sides had an irreconcilable huge contradiction, and at that time, they would not only decide who was better, but also decide life and death.

Based on this situation, a kind of etiquette called "shake hands" was born among martial artists.

A powerful martial artist has practiced Kung Fu in his bones. When two people put their hands together and release their strength, they can roughly understand each other's level. With a clear mind, there is no need to make a scene. Everyone values ​​harmony, which is a kind of "soft competition".

Xue Jing didn't care when he heard the other party say he wanted to put his hands together.

He had just started practicing martial arts for a short time and didn't know much about the rules in the circle. He just thought it might be the etiquette of the first meeting between martial artists.

So he also stretched out his right hand and put his forearm together with the other party's forearm.

From the visual effect, the difference in the size of the two people's arms is quite large, just like a child and an adult.

"They've joined hands! Now we're going to have a good show. Li Zhaoquan, this savage, likes to play this trick the most. He uses his hands to press people to their knees. This is his specialty. Many people have suffered from this!"

"The most important thing for the Hupo Dojo is to cultivate the strength of Qi, and the attainments in training the flesh are extremely high. This young man has just debuted, and I'm afraid he will suffer this loss and learn a lesson."

Hearing the conversation of several disciples of the dojo next to him, Pei Youguang wanted to speak up to remind Brother Jing to be careful, but he glanced at his elder brother Pei Tiancheng beside him, moved his mouth corners, and hesitated for a moment.

At this time, the scene had already changed.

After Xue Jing joined hands with the other party, he immediately noticed that there was a majestic force, like a tsunami, surging from the other party's forearm, which was extremely sudden.

He blinked, his face unchanged, but he also used his strength to press towards the other party.

"Hmm?" Li Zhaoquan's face changed slightly.

He felt that he was not fighting with an underage boy, but rather like he was pressing his hand on a big buffalo that was gradually becoming manic.

‘No, I can’t hold it down!’ Li Zhaoquan gritted his teeth and continued to increase his strength. A blush appeared on his face and his arms began to tremble slightly.

‘This person is quite strong.’ Xue Jing looked at him in surprise.

He had a lot of skills and had practiced the armor-shaking exercise for many days. His strength increased very quickly. Although he had not been tested yet, his punching power was at least over 800 kilograms without using any skills. In terms of pure physical fitness, he was extremely strong.

But the man in front of him had a vague intention to overwhelm him. He should be a little stronger than him in terms of strength.

‘Interesting.’ Xue Jing narrowed his eyes slightly and became interested.

He moved his mind directly, and the twin powers were activated, and his strength instantly doubled.

‘Ka…’

In just less than 0.5 seconds, a barely detectable bone fracture sounded.

Li Zhaoquan's face changed slightly, a few drops of sweat oozed from his forehead, and he slowly retracted his right hand.

He remained calm, clasped his fists to Xue Jing, and said in a loud voice: "As expected of a disciple of Canglong Dojo, I am Li Zhaoquan!"

Xue Jing also retracted his hand, smiled, and clasped his fists in return: "Xue Jing."

"Okay, brother Xue Jing, I'll treat you to tea when I'm free. Now it's working time, so let's not go for now. Um... I'm a little urgent to pee, I'm going to the toilet!"

Li Zhaoquan said very quickly.

After seeing Xue Jing nod with a smile, he turned around and walked towards the door at an unhurried pace.

"Is it over?" Everyone was a little confused.

Zhang Daqing, who was not far away, saw this situation and felt something was wrong.

What's going on? When did this barbarian become so polite?

He thought about it, quietly followed Li Zhaoquan, and followed him out of the door.

Then, he watched Li Zhaoquan suddenly half-crouch and arch his body when he passed a corner of the corridor, making a sound of sucking in cold air.

"Hiss!!"

He covered his right forearm with his left hand and kept rubbing it.

His right hand couldn't stop shaking, as if he had Parkinson's disease.

Li Zhaoquan grimaced, his face twisted in pain.

"Fuck, what a monster!?"

He looked at his arm that couldn't stop shaking, and secretly regretted his reckless behavior.

This was not a boy who had just started to learn martial arts. He believed that he had been lifting weights since his mother's womb and was holding dumbbells when he was born.

He was actually crushed by a boy who looked underage in pure strength?

"Uh... what are you doing?"

Suddenly, a voice came from behind Li Zhaoquan that he absolutely didn't want to hear at this moment.

He immediately straightened up, turned around as if nothing had happened, and looked at Zhang Daqing's half-smiley face.

"It's okay, I just want to pee, do you know where the toilet is?"

He turned his trembling right hand behind him and said calmly.

Zhang Daqing clicked his tongue twice: "Keep pretending, I'm watching."

Li Zhaoquan's mouth twitched.

"You're asking a dick after seeing it."

He was too lazy to pretend anymore and continued to rub his right forearm, making a hissing sound from time to time, which sounded quite painful.

Zhang Daqing looked at him and found it funny, but he was also secretly shocked.

What is the origin of that new disciple of Canglong Dojo?

He was able to surpass Li Zhaoquan in strength, could he be on drugs?

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