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【 Sanda lv0 (0/100) 】

Seeing the brand new skill bar unlocked on the panel, Fang Cheng finally confirmed a fact.

He had indeed mastered the skill of "Sanda."

It was a bit of a pleasant surprise, but also within expectations.

He had originally just been practicing various leg techniques and wrestling moves in combat as an experiment.

You should know that Sanda includes four techniques: kicking, striking, wrestling, and grappling.

Fang Cheng's boxing skills had already reached the expert level.

His leg techniques and wrestling moves, after tonight's practical test, could also be considered at the beginner level.

Only the grappling technique remained, and he had never grasped the key to it.

Because it was banned in professional competitions, the coach didn't pay much attention to it, only briefly covering it in a self-defense class.

Now Fang Cheng was using practical actions to personally prove a system principle.

The basic techniques included in a skill do not necessarily have to be fully mastered to unlock the complete skill.

When some basic techniques reach an exceptionally outstanding level, the entire skill can still be unlocked.

Fang Cheng thought to himself that with his current leg techniques and wrestling moves, he could completely compete with those professional athletes.

If it weren't for the existence of a weak technique, the "beginner" rating would actually be significantly low.

Thinking of this, looking at the "experience babies" lying on the ground crying for their parents, a thought couldn't help but emerge in Fang Cheng's mind:

"Should I... play with them for a while longer?"

"Ah — — — — — —"

"Brother Fei, brothers, I'm here!"

Just then, another hoodlum, holding a beer bottle, squeezed out from the crowd.

He stared blankly at the scene, and when he saw his good brothers lying scattered all over the place, his mouth couldn't help but open wide.

With a "clang," the beer bottle in his hand fell and shattered.

Then, without hesitation, he turned around and ran, not even caring about the safety of his own boss.

Brother Fei was lying on the ground, his face covered in dirt.

Just now, Fang Cheng's spinning side kick had sent a lackey flying, knocking down several onlookers who were watching and cheering.

He was one of the "unlucky guys" who had been affected.

At this moment, under Fang Cheng's strange gaze, his heart suddenly began to race.

He couldn't help but secretly wonder if this master who could take on ten people was into that kind of thing.

"I... we admit defeat!"

"We're all in the same business, we'll see each other again, there's no need to go too far..."

Brother Fei was so frightened that he shrunk his head, wanting to quickly get up, but his legs were shaking and wouldn't listen to him at all.

Just as his eyes were filled with fear, searching for an escape route.

Fang Cheng simply reached out, pulled him up, and then patted the dust off him, asking:

"Do you know Ma Donghe?"

Brother Fei was stunned for a moment, then nodded repeatedly:

"I know him, I know him, Brother Ma is a famous figure in the Jiangbei area, who doesn't know him?"

The so-called "famous figure" means someone with a great reputation and certain prestige in the underworld.

Fang Cheng smiled slightly, and then said:

"I've fought with him a few times, we can be considered boxing friends."

"Ah?"

Brother Fei was greatly surprised, and then became respectful:

"Master, so you know Brother Ma, then... then it's really a case of the flood washing away the Dragon King Temple..."

Hearing Fang Cheng say this, this underworld boss not only lost all his anger, but also enthusiastically started chatting with Fang Cheng.

He kept talking about Ma Donghe's heroic deeds of punching Xishan and kicking Jiangdong, saying that he was his idol.

It seemed like the two of them were really quite familiar.

Fang Cheng nodded as he listened, took out a hundred-yuan bill from his pocket, and handed it over.

"Sorry about just now, I was a little heavy-handed, take it and get your brothers checked out."

Brother Fei was stunned again.

"This..."

He secretly glanced at Fang Cheng, seeing that his face was calm, revealing a meaning that could not be refused.

So he hurriedly took it with both hands.

"Thank you, thank you, Master, you're too kind!"

Not to mention that the medical expenses were pitifully small, such a gesture of goodwill obviously represented giving face to him, Brother Fei!

Seeing that the other party accepted the money, Fang Cheng pointed to Zhou Xiumei standing not far away.

"This is my sister, you guys have to take care of her in the future."

"Haha, no problem, it was all a misunderstanding before."

Brother Fei seemed to have completely adjusted his mindset, and then laughed cheerfully:

"My brother's sister is my sister, as long as I, A Fei, am in the North Corner Night Market for a day, no one will dare to bully her."

He had a smug look on his face, and he almost completely forgot the pain of his wrist fracture.

Being praised by a master of almost the same level as Ma Donghe, the two sides had become acquainted through fighting.

This made him, who was in the underworld, not feel ashamed, but instead felt honored.

As they talked, they got along very happily, and he had to pull Fang Cheng to drink and chat, almost thick-skinned enough to become sworn brothers.

Fang Cheng declined with a smile.

After several times, Brother Fei reluctantly led a group of limping, broken-handed, and groaning lackeys to a nearby clinic for treatment.

However, halfway down the road, he suddenly remembered that he didn't even know the other party's name...

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In the night market, the hustle and bustle continued.

The onlookers were still pointing and talking.

It was rare to see such a wonderful fight scene of one against ten, and they were all excited and used it as a topic of conversation.

Looking at Fang Cheng's eyes, it was like seeing a kung fu star in a movie.

If they weren't afraid of getting beaten up as well, I'm afraid a group of people would have rushed up on the spot, asking for a group photo as a souvenir.

"Brother Cheng, are you injured? Let me take a look for you, do you need to apply some medicine..."

Seeing that those hoodlums had finally retreated, Zhou Xiumei's heart finally fell.

She immediately ran forward, gently grabbing Fang Cheng's right arm, which he had just used to block the bench, wanting to lift his sleeve and check his injuries.

Fang Cheng retracted his hand, using his eyes to signal her:

"Even if you want to check the injury, you can't do it in a place like this."

Feeling the many gazes cast around, Zhou Xiumei couldn't help but blush, and hurriedly released her slender fingers.

The two then looked at the stall.

They found that the handicrafts placed on the carpet were already in a mess.

Some of them were even trampled and flattened, turning into a pile of broken parts.

"Ah, no, that's terrible!"

Zhou Xiumei immediately exclaimed, and hurriedly ran over in small steps, squatting down.

While picking out the intact and surviving items, she felt extremely distressed, and kept muttering in her mouth:

"Help, what should I do..."

That fair oval face was tightly wrinkled, and a glimmer of crystal light vaguely appeared in her eyes.

Fang Cheng also squatted down beside her, helping to clean up the mess, and casually asked:

"Why didn't you reveal your identity, saying that you are the daughter of Inspector Zhou Yongnian, those hooligans shouldn't dare to provoke you."

Zhou Xiumei heard the words, her slender hands paused, and she lowered her head in silence for a moment, before apologetically saying:

"I'm sorry, I've caused you trouble..."

"It's me who caused you trouble."

Seeing this, Fang Cheng changed the subject and comforted her:

"Don't worry, those hoodlums won't bother you again in the future."

More than half of the handicrafts for sale were damaged, and there were still spectators watching the excitement around, so the business obviously couldn't continue.

Zhou Xiumei decided to close the stall early tonight.

In a few minutes, all the goods were packed into boxes and placed on a tricycle next to them.

"Let's go."

Fang Cheng went straight to the driver's seat of the tricycle, looked at Zhou Xiumei, and motioned for her to sit in the back.

"Brother Cheng, let me do it myself."

Zhou Xiumei pursed her lips and said softly.

Fang Cheng smiled slightly:

"I exercise every day now, and my weight is over 160, are you sure you can still carry me like before?"

Zhou Xiumei lowered her head and compared her slender figure, and immediately became discouraged, obediently sitting upright in the carriage.

With the protagonist leaving the scene, the audience also lost interest and gradually dispersed, each going about their own business.

Among the crowd, there was an uncle who was about fifty years old, with a slight limp in his legs.

He held a bag of grilled skewers in his left hand and a can of bottled wine in his right hand.

His eyes fell on the back of someone riding away, lost in thought.