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"Who the hell let him in?"    

"This kid must be crazy."    

Before Zhou Yi finished his sentence, the entire Five Lakes Gang fell into an uproar. Most of the masters and disciples stood up and looked at Zhou Yi as if he was a dead man.    

"Is he here to seek justice for the injured Fighter?"    

"Too rash. If he endured for eight or ten years, he might have a chance."    

"Let's see what Soong Hu will do."    

Although the people from Five Lakes Gang pointed at Zhou Yi and cursed him, no one rushed out without Soong Hu's order. Peak looked at Zhou Yi with disdain and continued to drink with his head down, as if he did not care about him at all.    

Soong Hu's face was gloomy as he looked at the signboard under Zhou Yi's feet. He stood up and waved his hand. The ruckus in the surroundings gradually stopped.    

He looked at Zhou Yi and slowly said, "Which family are you a disciple from? Didn't your master teach you what rules are? "    

He stroked his beard and lightly said, "Since you don't understand the rules, I'll teach you in place of your master today." "Ah Hao, Ah Lun …"    

"There's no need to go through all this trouble." Zhou Yi stretched his arms and legs, then twisted his neck: "Otherwise, if you guys don't accept it after I beat you up, I'll beat all of you up."    

"F * ck off!" One of the Five Lakes Gang students cursed, and threw a bottle of wine behind Zhou Yi's back, aiming straight at the back of his head.    

However, Zhou Yi seemed to have eyes in the back of his head as he immediately turned around and grabbed the wine jar that was flying over and casually threw it back. Zhou Yi felt as if there were eyes in the back of his head as he turned around and grabbed the wine jar that was flying over and casually threw it back.    

This action was just like a spark igniting a barrel of oil, causing the entire scene to instantly become chaotic. The people from Five Lakes Gang first immediately stood up and rushed towards Zhou Yi.    

The people from the other powers all retreated, unwilling to interfere.    

Some of them also rushed up, wanting to teach Zhou Yi a lesson, or show their faces in front of Soong Hu.    

Zhou Yi was like a reef standing in the middle of a wave. No matter how hard he attacked, he couldn't get hurt.    

Zhou Yi did not use any pure speed or strength, nor did he use any Genuine Qi.    

A person raised his fist and punched him in the face. He clenched his fist and broke his entire arm. Then, a kick landed on his face, sending him rolling away with a blood-curdling scream.    

Another person attacked from the side. He used a fish palm technique and stabbed towards Zhou Yi's waist like a watermelon knife. Zhou Yi's hands were like a giant millstone as they brushed past his outstretched palms, breaking his arms into more than ten pieces as he retreated while howling miserably.    

Another man with Five Lakes Gang bellowed and pounced forward like a hawk. A pair of iron claws descended from the sky and grabbed towards Zhou Yi's head. However, he dodged it with a square inch's distance. Then, without turning his head, he threw a punch behind his head, directly striking the other party's crotch. The person cried out in pain and fell to the ground, no longer able to stand.    

Zhou Yi didn't have the dizzying speed nor the tremendous strength to destroy walls. Before the opponent made his move, Zhou Yi could already see the force circulating around. All of his martial arts and fighting techniques seemed to be everywhere in front of him.    

Before anyone else made a move, he already knew what they were going to do. What appeared before everyone was an elegant performance akin to playing the piano.    

The ones who got hit didn't get hurt. So many people rushed forward, yet none of them managed to get Zhou Yi out of the spot where he was standing at the same time.    

Then, that person was lifted up by Zhou Yi and thrown towards the other few people that pounced over. These people were like rolling gourds, but Zhou Yi didn't even look at them as he punched out again, directly smashing his fist onto the stomach of another disciple who kicked over.    

The smooth movements looked as if they had been rehearsed beforehand. Not a single movement was superfluous, making this scene more like a show than a fight.    

In just a few minutes, more than a dozen people had fallen at his feet. Their tendons and bones were broken as wailing and wailing could be heard unceasingly.    

The remaining disciples surrounded Zhou Yi in a circle, but no one dared to go up in an instant.    

After this series of fierce battles, not only were the disciples of the participants extremely shocked, the Fighter s behind them also looked at each other in dismay and disbelief.    

"What kind of demonic magic is this?"    

"What a powerful martial arts, he seems to be very familiar with our martial arts."    

"Unbelievable! Where did this brat jump out from? How come he's so fierce? Even so many people can't take him down?"    

"He seems to be using our Dojo of Limits' cross hand."    

"And also our sect's Eighteen Wind Chasing Strikes."    

Soong Hu looked at the people on the ground with an ugly expression. He felt like he was slapping himself in the face, making him very embarrassed. He felt like the gazes of the surrounding people were burning.    

"Trash." He cursed, then turned to look at Peak. "Pick this kid up." The scene just now made him tremble in fear. Even he wasn't confident that he could deal with Zhou Yi, who was a little out of his league.    

Peak threw his half-drunk glass to the ground. "Damn it, the old one got beaten up and the young one got beaten up." "Little bastard, after I finish taking care of you, I'll go beat you up again and thoroughly sweep through your trash and see who dares to …"    

Before he finished speaking, his body was suffused with an evil chill. It was the longing for life, the fear of death, and it was the instinct of life that told him that.    

You're going to die.    

A pair of pale-white palms under the moonlight had already touched his face unknowingly. Zhou Yi arrived in front of Peak before anyone could see clearly and placed his hands on the latter's cheeks.    

"I heard you can fight?"    

"Ah …" "En..."    

A surge of killing intent gushed forth, seemingly rubbing against Peak's face. He wanted to say something, but felt an indescribable sense of oppression, causing his hands and feet to stiffen, unable to say anything.    

Boom!" As if he was hit by a truck, Pike didn't have any strength to resist, so he was hit by Zhou Yi's head which was turned towards his knee. It was as if his entire face had been turned into a scene of a car accident. His nose was broken, his lips twisted, and blood flowed out.    

The first knee strike was just the beginning, followed by a torrential attack. His chin, throat, shoulders, and heart, Peak kneeled on the ground, unable to resist at all. Due to the heavy blow to his throat, only whining sounds came from his mouth.