Who made him participate in the slapping contest?

Chapter 13 One Punch Explodes the Cylinder

Inside the martial arts school.

Ji Wenjin entered the reception room, where Lei Dagang was applying eye ointment in front of a mirror.

This guy developed an eye problem after he got slapped in the last international slapping competition.

It's really awkward to see things from one side up and the other side down.

"Master, don't you have connections at the Armed Police Hospital?"

"Could you help me get an appointment with an ophthalmologist?"

"My eyes feel really bad, everything looks blurry!" Lei Dagang said pitifully.

Ji Wenjin sneered inwardly:

"You're completely out of data. Even if I were to brag, and there really were connections, I wouldn't waste them on a piece of trash like you."

"What a waste of all that streaming fees I paid! I'm being lenient by not demanding compensation!"

"I still want to go to the Armed Police Hospital!"

"Eat shit!"

"Ahem!" Ji Wenjin coughed a few times, then said earnestly:

"Da Gang, it's normal for martial arts practitioners to suffer sprains and broken bones."

"That's how the older generation all got by."

"Don't worry, your Divine Strength Fist is already mastered. Just focus on circulating your internal energy and force it in every day, and your eyeballs will be forced back in, right?"

"Even if all else fails, I have plenty of my ancestral ointment that can cure all diseases, so what are you panicking about?"

"Master, I... I'm not sure about my internal strength!" Lei Dagang licked his lips, somewhat doubtful.

Master always says he has mastered it.

After talking about it so much, Lei Dagang felt that he had mastered the skill.

But sometimes when you taste it, you can't really tell.

That's very strange!

"Snapped!"

Ji Wenjin stomped his foot, swiftly assumed a fighting stance, and with all his might, delivered a heavy blow to his disciple's back.

"Ouch!"

Lei Dagang was caught off guard and was hit so hard that he grimaced and jumped up and down.

"Is it numb yet?"

"Have you developed petechiae yet?"

"Can you feel the impact of the internal energy's heat flow on your muscles?"

Ji Wen asked a series of questions.

"It's numb, it's numb." Lei Dagang felt a burning pain in his back and said through gritted teeth.

"That settles it then."

"This is called internal strength. You can't just practice it; you need to understand it more."

"Just remember this: there's nothing in this world that internal energy can't solve."

"When you finally understand this, and your inner strength moves at will, your eyeballs will naturally return to their right place."

Ji Wenjin continued to brainwash him as always.

"Yes, Master, I understand. Let me think about it some more!" Lei Dagang suddenly had a breakthrough, and his eyes were full of energy.

"By the way, what's the name of that Bajiquan Iron Mountain Lean guy... what was it again? The pockmarked guy who got famous not long ago for hitting a tree branch," Ji Wenjin said.

"Huang Tiandu," Lei Dagang said.

"right!"

"He's come to the martial arts school. You and Kong Shan go and greet him."

"I've watched this kid's previous videos; he might be a clueless idiot trying to challenge me!"

"If he tries to cause trouble, just slap him!"

Ji Wenjin gave the instructions.

"No, Master, I'm already disabled, why are you still hitting me?"

"Why don't we let Junior Brother Kong go?"

Lei Dagang was a little flustered.

"Foolish!"

"You're almost out of data now, be ashamed and work harder!"

"Besides, we have to follow our rules on our turf, so you have the advantage of going first."

"Your eyes are crooked, not your hand is broken."

"What's wrong with fighting?"

"Just like before, I'll just knock him out with one slap."

While offering his experienced "guidance," Ji Wenjin also expressed a hint of complaint.

"Master is right, I need to be brave! I need to reclaim my spotlight and popularity."

"Just do it!"

Lei Dagang, who had been subjected to PUA for many years, lowered his head and said with great remorse.

"That's right."

"The way of the martial artist lies in confrontation!"

Go!

"First, treat them well according to the procedure. After all, they paid money. Just play along with them as usual, and try not to fight if you can avoid it."

Ji Wenjin patted him on the back and smiled as he gave him some advice.

Feeling the warmth of his master, Lei Dagang, full of energy, accepted the order and left.

As soon as he left, Ji Wenjin quickly blew on his red and sore palms.

That slap just now was delivered with all the temper he'd been taught since childhood.

Da Gang is finished!

Before Hong Jie could join his ranks, he only had Kong Shan as his trump card. He and Kong Shan couldn't just play each other unless absolutely necessary.

Lei Dagang is fine.

The whole world knows he was injured.

No matter who challenges or bullies a sick person, even if they win, it is an unfair victory.

Even though I lost, I made money and gained fame.

Either way, I'll win.

what!

It seems that Da Gang is quite useful as a patient!

It would be better if he went blind.

Disabled person!

Yes, that gives the martial arts school an extra layer of protection.

……

"Mr. Huang, thank you for waiting."

Lei Dagang and Kong Shan led several martial arts school students to greet them.

"Gentlemen, I have come all the way from northern Hubei to learn about the Divine Strength Fist. I would be grateful if you would be so kind as to teach me," Huang Tiandu said in a very old-fashioned manner.

"And you guys?" Lei Dagang asked, looking at the others.

"Oh, the three of us are Master Huang's men," Hong Jie said, adjusting the square-framed sunglasses that covered half of his face.

"We're just here to see what's going on!"

Another blogger who came to piggyback on the trend quickly said.

"Old Huang, you practice Bajiquan, while I am a successor of Shenliquan. Both of us practice hard-style martial arts!"

"When it comes to martial arts exchanges, it's inevitable that things will get awkward."

"How about we have a strength contest first?"

Lei Dagang led the way toward the force measuring device.

The rest, led by Kong Shan, were all disciples dressed in black vests, revealing their strong muscles, and stood by with their arms crossed, watching intently.

Needless to say, having a dozen or so strong young men, each at least 1.8 meters tall, staring at you really makes you break out in a cold sweat.

"Senior brother, the old man said, don't ruin the harmony."

"Why don't we follow their rules, shoot a few videos, and get some traffic?" Sure enough, Huang Tao, the cousin who came with him, chickened out and whispered his advice.

"I have spent my entire life seeking true ancient martial arts!"

"We've come all this way, not to play around."

"Now that I'm here, as long as I can experience the true essence of the Divine Power Fist, even if I'm beaten to death here, I, Huang, will not flinch."

Huang Tian was a straightforward man, and immediately rebuked him sternly.

"Yes, Senior Brother." Huang Tao accepted the order with shame.

"Brother Lei, Brother Kong, please!" Huang Tiandu raised his hand and said.

"good!"

"Brother Huang, watch closely!"

Lei Dagang walked to a few force measuring devices on the side, sneered, and aimed at one of them, then smashed it down hard.

The bright red numbers flashed.

"999 pounds!"

boom!

The force gauge exploded!

broken!

"So strong!"

"They actually managed to break the force gauge!"

"That means Lei Dagang's punch weighs at least 1000 pounds, which is stronger than Zhang Zhilei and rivals Tyson!" Huang Tao exclaimed in surprise.

The yellow sky also changed color.

The Divine Power Fist is indeed terrifying.

Despite his physique, Lei Dagang was able to deliver top-tier heavyweight punches.

No wonder even the Grim Reaper Fang Bian has always avoided his sharp edge, and treats Ji Wenjin with the utmost reverence online.

Hong Jie touched the bridge of his nose!

He felt very awkward.

Because he saw a photo of Wei Li and Ji Wenjin on the wall.

Weili, did someone point a gun at your head?

Or are you short of money?

If Ji Wenjin and his disciples were even slightly embarrassed, they would never resort to such tactics.

One punch, a thousand pounds!

Is everyone getting Tyson?

If you at least set it to be six or seven hundred pounds, and the size is a bit bigger, people will believe it.

With the engine constantly exploding, who but our dear "family members" could stand it?

However, honest man Huang Tiandu obviously believed it.

"Brother Huang, it's your turn!" Lei Dagang thoroughly enjoyed Huang Tiandu's terrified expression.

"good!"

Huang Tiandu walked to another force measuring device, took a deep breath, and felt his energy surging from his dantian.

"ha!"

He threw a punch.

"398 pounds!"

The numbers quickly stopped, and Huang Tao and the others felt a chill run down their spines.

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