866: C866 One Against a Hundred

C866 One Against a Hundred

Hao Cheng slowly got up from the table. The blood in his nose started to flow down. He stood up and looked at Ye Ziheng, feeling dizzy. His eyes were full of anger.0

"Kill him!"

Hao Cheng roared. The hundred or so gangsters behind him heard him and suddenly came back to their senses. They picked up steel pipes and machetes in their hands and attacked Ye Ziheng.

But Ye Ziheng was not afraid at all. He directly kicked the gangster who was closest to him.

The gangster was sent flying. His body was pressed on the gangsters who followed behind him. Like dominos, he crushed more than a dozen people in an instant.

When the gangsters saw this scene, they were all shocked. They could not help but suck in a breath of cold air and take a few steps back.

Ye Ziheng was obviously much more powerful than they had imagined. With just one kick, he had knocked over more than a dozen people. He was most likely a martial arts practitioner.

However, in fact, Ye Ziheng didn't use much strength in that kick just now. He didn't even use one percent of his strength. To him, it was just a casual kick.

After all, Ye Ziheng was a ninth grade martial artist. Even if he did not use his full strength, he was afraid that even one-tenth of his strength would be enough to turn a grown man into meat paste.

"I don't want to cause trouble, nor do I want to be provoked. So I will give you a chance. Get lost."

Ye Ziheng stood quietly on the spot. He did not panic even when facing an enemy that was a hundred times more powerful than him. It made everyone present feel a trace of respect.

However, Hao Cheng immediately became furious when he saw this scene. He pointed at Ye Ziheng and roared.

"What are you still standing there for!? He is only one man even if he is powerful. There are so many of you and you still have weapons in your hands. Do you still need to be afraid of him?!"

Seeing Hao Cheng say this, those gangsters did not dare to resist. After all, Hao Cheng had a big background. These gangsters did not have the ability to fight against him.

So the few gangsters looked at each other, gritted their teeth, and charged at Ye Ziheng again.

Ye Ziheng saw this and shook his head helplessly. He could only raise his hand and start to deal with those punks who rushed over.

These gangsters basically did not have any combat experience and were not Ye Ziheng's match at all. Ye Ziheng raised his hand a few times and easily defeated a few gangsters.

But Ye Ziheng's face showed a dull expression.

He actually liked fighting sometimes. Of course, this did not mean that he was a war maniac. It was just that battles were usually things that could increase a martial artist's strength. Therefore, Ye Ziheng wasn't very resistant to fighting.

However, this also had to be a battle of the same level of strength. Only when they were equally matched in strength would Ye Ziheng feel that it was to increase his own strength.

Facing these ordinary people who did not have much strength, Ye Ziheng really did not have much interest. If he used a little bit of force, he would injure or even kill them. He had to control the strength of each attack.

To Ye Ziheng, he was like an old man who was playing Tai Chi in the garden of a community. Every movement was slow and gentle. He didn't seem to have any strength at all. However, those gangsters who were hit were sent flying by Ye Ziheng one after another. They cried out in pain, making everyone present dumbfounded.

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