Chapter 785: Chapter 788: The Comical Guy Sent by the Monkey Chapter 785: Chapter 788: The Comical Guy Sent by the Monkey “Xiao Han was too arrogant. He even declared that he wanted the five of them to come at him at once!” Zhang Dagou sighed and said, “If he had played it safe, maybe he could have won. But now, with the five of them teaming up, I’m afraid Xiao Han is going to have a hard time.”

“That’s not necessarily true!” Liu Bin shook his head and said, “Don’t pump up their morale by putting ours down.”

“Let’s hope so!” Zhang Feng spoke up.

Having lost two rounds in a row, Huang Liang’s complexion was looking a bit unsightly. Even though his opponents came one by one, that did nothing to lessen the humiliation for himself. He had spent a large sum of money to hire several experts, only to see them defeated by the enemy one after another.

Therefore, Huang Liang was extremely annoyed. He immediately stood up from his chair and said, “What are you few standing around for? We agreed you would join forces. What are you all waiting for?”

“Young Master Huang, don’t worry, we’ll take care of him right away,” the remaining few immediately said.

“Don’t hesitate!” Huang Liang said, “If you defeat him today, I’ll double your reward!”

Hiss…

Upon hearing this, they were instantly energized, the original two hundred thousand immediately doubled to four hundred thousand. The five men took a deep breath.

“Kid, you’ve just won against two of us, but that doesn’t mean you’ve won!” The Mizong Fist Successor stepped forward and said, “Next, you’ll probably have a tough time!”

“Really?” Xiao Han heard this and replied, “I do hope you guys can bring out some strength. Otherwise, it’s just too lonely for me alone.!”

“Hmph!” The Mizong Fist Successor heard this, snorted coldly, and said, “Cut the crap. If we don’t take you down today, how can we face going back!”

“Then you might as well not go back,” Xiao Han said with a smile. “To gang up on one person is already dishonorable. If you lose, just burrow into the ground at our school and bury yourselves!”

Ha ha…

Laughter erupted around them.

The face of the Mizong Fist Successor turned red with anger, teeth clenched as if he wished he could tear Xiao Han apart. Annoyed, he said, “Brat, you have a sharp tongue. Just wait till I tear your mouth apart and see how cocky you’ll be then!”

“Hmph!” Xiao Han heard this, snorted coldly, then said, “Come on then!”

“Fellows, what are you waiting for? Let’s go after him together,” at this moment, the Mizong Fist Successor said.

“Alright!” The two men behind immediately nodded in agreement.

By now, MMA King Zhang Li and the Taekwondo practitioner had also recovered from their pain. Seeing their comrades ready to take on Xiao Han together, they quickly circled around. As the saying goes, there’s strength in numbers, and even ants can bite an elephant to death.

“Kid, prepare to die,” the Mizong Fist Successor charged at him first.

His speed was extremely fast and his punches were sharp. Delivering at least several punches in a second was something inconceivable for the average person, but for the Mizong Fist, this was merely a regular pace.

The two sides quickly sprang into battle. As they say, they fought as soon as words failed.

Xiao Han fixed his eyes firmly on his opponent’s fists and footsteps. The Mizong Fist indeed deserved its reputation as one of the famous fists in the world. With such a rapid punching speed, Xiao Han was quite curious. Of course, there was a set routine to the opponent’s punches. Xiao Han scanned the entire fist routine and then etched it all into his heart, ready to use it when needed. Of course, he would also need to practice more routinely in daily life. Once mastered, displaying it in a fight would indeed be an impressive set of kung fu. Now Xiao Han was just using wild techniques, relying solely on his speed and power without any systematic method when fighting.

As his opponent was about to pounce, Xiao Han quickly retreated several steps.

The opponent’s fists poured down like raindrops.

“Kid, stop dodging!” the Mizong Fist Successor snorted coldly.

“I won’t dodge then!” Xiao Han grinned and decisively counterattacked.

Seeing this, the Mizong Fist Successor immediately increased his speed, his fists raining down like droplets. As Xiao Han dodged to the left and right, he swung his fist fiercely at his opponent, but missed. Instead, the opponent’s punch landed on his arm.

Although the opponent was fast, in general, the strength wasn’t very strong. This fist technique seemed chaotic but actually followed a specific sequence. What appeared random to the ordinary eye was in fact a very sharp attack. If combined with his own Qi…

Thinking of this, Xiao Han’s eyes lit up. If he integrated his body’s Qi with this Mizong Fist technique, then perhaps… his strength might greatly improve.

While Xiao Han was retreating, MMA King Zhang Li and the others swiftly surrounded him. Facing attacks from five men, Xiao Han was still unyielding. He responded rapidly to the attacks and evaded with insane speed.

Xiao Han’s heart was not focused on the battle, but rather contemplating how to integrate his body’s Qi with the Mizong Fist technique. He had basically memorized the routine of the Mizong Fist. The real issue was how to progress the fist technique hand in hand with his Qi. This was the most important matter.

Xiao Han took a deep breath and then snorted coldly, “To be so arrogant, take this punch from the old man.”

As he spoke, the Qi inside Xiao Han burst forth.

This was definitely ‘Zhang Fei eating pears’–a typical case of rushing without savoring, as Xiao Han had no clue how to properly cultivate his Qi. He simply forced the Qi in his body to surge toward his limbs. What followed, however, left everyone dumbfounded.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…

Bang, bang, bang…

Xiao Han moved swiftly, and soon the Mizong Fist within was unleashed. The Qi inside his body erupted violently, bringing the Mizong Fist to life. The result was predictable. Not one of the five men stood in place. Each one was sent flying by Xiao Han like a soccer ball. One of them flew over ten meters before crashing into a group of students.

Xiao Han took special care of the Mizong Quan Successor, using an even greater force. The guy rolled several meters after being sent flying before coming to a stop.

All five men were sent flying. Xiao Han stood unharmed in his original position.

Sss…

The spectators in the boxing ring were dumbfounded. On the vast football field, in the large stands, hundreds fell silent, hushed as the cold winds. Everyone’s face was filled with disbelief, shock, and horror.

“This…” Huang Liang was flabbergasted, standing up, “Damn, were these five guys clowns sent by the monkeys?”

“Young Master Huang, could these guys be in cahoots with him?” asked a boy next to him awkwardly, “Purposely here to swindle your money?”

Hearing this, Huang Liang felt it was possible. He asked, troubled, “Then… what do we do now?”

“How about we take a turn?” the boy suggested with a smile.

“Good!” Huang Liang nodded.

“Then… about the money…” the boy said, looking embarrassed and somewhat ashamed.

“Twenty thousand each, and if you beat Xiao Han, two hundred thousand each!” Huang Liang replied. Although talking about money could hurt feelings, discussing money in front of Huang Liang was nothing unusual because he thought it normal; after all, it was a society driven by money and material desires.

“Alright!” The boy rejoiced at hearing this and exclaimed, “Come on, guys, let’s go together!”

Chatter…

Seven or eight guys surrounded him, not saying a word, directly swinging their fists and bricks as they charged.

Xiao Han glanced at them, letting out a cold laugh, “A bunch of idiots!”

Bang, bang…

Xiao Han quickly charged out, weaving through his opponents effortlessly, swiftly bringing them all down to the ground. In less than a minute, seven or eight men had fallen, each lying on the ground, howling in pain. This time, Xiao Han didn’t use the Qi in his body but relied solely on the Mizong Fist.

It must be said, the Mizong Fist was exceptionally useful when facing multiple opponents; it was also very energy-efficient, and consequently, fighting with it was incredibly satisfying.

Xiao Han huffed coldly, “Useless trash!”

The men on the ground wailed louder, feigning immense pain. The lead boy gave the others a look, and they howled again as if to say, “Young Master Huang, give us the money, we’re seriously hurt here.”

“Damn it!” Seeing this, Huang Liang cursed in annoyance, “Are you guys clowns sent by monkeys too?”

The Mizong Quan Successor lay on the ground for a long time before getting up. His eyes were filled with disbelief and shock. He hadn’t anticipated that Xiao Han would know the Mizong Fist, and Xiao Han’s Mizong Fist was far superior to his own. Most importantly, he sensed a familiar Qi that left him even more astonished. This type of Qi could only be detected among his own predecessors. It was said that there were two levels in Chinese Kung Fu, Qi Refinement and Skill Training.

Having only Qi without skill meant one was merely an expert of internal strength.

Having skill but lacking Qi meant one was simply an externally skilled expert.

If one had both Qi and skill, that was the mark of a true master among masters. Even looking back a hundred years, such a person would undoubtedly be a dominant figure in the Martial World, a rare breed not seen in a century. It was unexpected to encounter one today, and more so, that person was a Mizong Quan Successor.

This revelation left the Mizong Quan Successor bewildered. He prided himself as the 108th generation Mizong Quan Successor, yet he had been upstaged by a much younger man. He felt shamed, but seeing his family’s Mizong Fist being carried on and glorified by someone else filled him with secret joy.

“Little brother, may I ask… who is your teacher?” inquired the Mizong Quan Successor eagerly.

“No school, no style, no master,” Xiao Han said, waving his hand dismissively, “Why do you ask?”

“No, no, no!” said the Mizong Quan Successor awkwardly, “I am just very curious, how… how do you also know Mizong Fist?”

Xiao Han grinned, his eyes gleaming with a teasing light, “A hundred years ago, I had a brief encounter with the Mizong Quan Successor. I transmitted to him inner strength, so he passed this Mizong Fist onto me. What’s wrong?”

Thump…

Upon hearing this, the Mizong Quan Successor blanched with shock, quickly kneeling down, “It turns out… to be the grandmaster!”

Whoosh…