Chapter 2176 — Beyond Comprehension

But this time, Zhao Shengji had come to the boxing club of his own accord to crash the place, so naturally he did not care anymore! These martial arts clubs all had certain unwritten rules everyone acknowledged: challenges and gate-crashing. If, say, you were from the taekwondo club and had a grudge against the boxing club, you could come challenge them, or bring your people to storm their turf. When the two sides fought on club grounds, even if one side got hurt, the school would not pursue the matter—so long as no one was killed, they generally turned a blind eye.

After all, this was the unwritten law of the martial arts clubs. Of course, there were also some formidable students who fancied themselves mighty fighters and came to challenge these martial arts clubs. Win, and you made a name for yourself overnight—your popularity and standing at school would soar, and fair admirers would throw themselves at you. Lose and get beaten bloody, well, that was your own lack of skill; you could hardly go running to the school to demand justice.

This was also why Gao Lutong felt so secure on his own turf. Even if he beat the men before him to a pulp, it would simply mean they were too weak—after all, they were the ones who had come to crash the place.

He had already harbored a grudge against Zhao Shengji, so this time Gao Lutong's punch held nothing back. It was vicious and ruthless in the extreme!

Gao Lutong was the vice-president of the boxing club, and his skill with his fists was extraordinary. On an ordinary day, a single punch from him could leave a dent in a steel plate. If that punch landed on Zhao Shengji's head, there was no doubt that even if Zhao Shengji was not knocked out cold on the spot, he would certainly end up with a concussion!

Zhao Shengji watched a fist the size of a bushel come crashing toward him and was frozen in shock for a moment. Add to that his ribs, which had not yet healed, and his mobility was severely compromised. By the time he wanted to dodge, Gao Lutong's fist was less than five centimeters from him—it was too late to get out of the way.

Zhao Shengji instinctively squeezed his eyes shut in terror, thinking, This is it. Just got out of the hospital, and now I'm heading right back in. The only consolation was that once he was in the hospital, Chai Xiaoling would stay by his side!

But several seconds passed, and Zhao Shengji was surprised to find that his head did not seem to have been struck. He found it a little unbelievable! When he had closed his eyes, that fist had been right in front of him, and now several seconds had passed—and still it had not landed?

Instinctively, Zhao Shengji opened his eyes in bewilderment. To his immense astonishment, Gao Lutong's fist was still in front of him—only it had stopped, suspended there in midair, looking utterly unnatural.

But on closer inspection, Zhao Shengji realized that Gao Lutong's fist had not stopped on its own. His arm had been seized by someone—and that someone was, naturally, Wei Zhao.

Since he had not been hit, Zhao Shengji was both startled and overjoyed. He instinctively ducked to the side, and saw that Wei Zhao looked relaxed and at ease, as if this were nothing at all. In stark contrast, Gao Lutong's face was flushed crimson, as though he had mustered every ounce of strength he had, and beads of sweat were seeping from his forehead...

Zhao Shengji was not mistaken. Gao Lutong truly had mustered every ounce of his strength, because he found that once Wei Zhao had gripped his arm, he could not advance it even half an inch—and what was more maddening, he could not pull it back either...

Of course, that alone was not enough to make Gao Lutong's face flush and his forehead sweat. What truly made him sweat was that Wei Zhao's fingers had sunk into his arm like pincers, as if the slightest exertion would crush his arm to pieces.

"You there—just who are you? I admit I underestimated you before. You're certainly qualified to crash this place! Let me go, and we'll fight fair. I challenge you!" Gao Lutong was struggling somewhat, but he did not think Wei Zhao was all that formidable. In his view, Wei Zhao merely had an astonishing grip—nothing to write home about. His own fist packed far more force!

But Wei Zhao did not answer him at all. Instead, he turned to Zhao Shengji and asked, "Was it this thing that broke your ribs?"

"Y-yes!" Zhao Shengji looked at Gao Lutong's miserable state and suddenly felt full of confidence in Wei Zhao. He nodded.

"Oh, if it's him, then there's no need to go looking for that Li Biaohan." Wei Zhao's fingers exerted a slight pressure, and Gao Lutong let out a pitiful scream. A searing pain shot from his arm through his entire body—Wei Zhao had crushed the bones of his forearm outright.

"Aaaargh..." After Wei Zhao snapped his arm, Gao Lutong let out a shrill cry and staggered back two steps, staring at his arm in disbelief. "You... you broke my arm?"

"It's just a broken arm. You scream like that, and yet Zhao Shengji here had his ribs broken and wasn't half the coward you are." Wei Zhao said flatly.

"Fine, you've got guts, kid! Get him, all of you! Take this brat down first—don't hold back, just don't kill him and it's fine!" Gao Lutong endured the agony and ordered his underlings.

Those underlings had been itching for a fight the moment they saw Gao Lutong get the worse of it. Causing trouble in the boxing club? Did this fool not know how the word "death" was written? If not for the fact that Gao Lutong had not given the order and they were reluctant to gang up on one man—bad for their reputation if word got out—they would have swarmed Wei Zhao and torn him apart long ago.

"Were these few involved?" Wei Zhao was not in the least intimidated by the four burly, thick-necked men closing in on him. He seemed to ignore them entirely, turning directly to Zhao Shengji.

"I think so... but I can't remember clearly. Last time Gao Lutong led it—one punch from him and I was **. The others were just cheering him on. I didn't get a good look..." Zhao Shengji thought it over. He did not have much of an impression of the others!

That was because Gao Lutong was easy to recognize—his look was rather cool, with his slicked-back hair, dressed like the God of Gamblers from those TV dramas. The others were all burly and thick-necked, not nearly so easy to pick out.

"Oh, then we'll count them as involved." As soon as Wei Zhao finished speaking, the four men lay on the ground, unconscious.

Only then did Gao Lutong's eyes widen in horror. He had not seen clearly at all how his four underlings had fallen to the ground—yet fallen they had, and Wei Zhao seemed not to have moved a muscle!

"You... you you you you..." Gao Lutong stared at Wei Zhao in terror, unable to string together a complete sentence. For Gao Lutong, the most terrifying thing was not that Wei Zhao had reached out and crushed his wrist, but that Wei Zhao had not moved, and yet his four underlings were lying on the ground! This was far too eerie—it bordered on the utterly incomprehensible. So he stared as though he had seen a ghost: "You... how did you do that?"

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