Liu Xianhua's face immediately turned pale with fright!
That was a 300-kilogram barbell!
If it were a martial artist, they could naturally withstand it!
But the people below were all ordinary folk. If the barbell fell on them, it would surely crush someone to death!
This was only the first day, and already there was a death. Who would dare come to their Jidian Wudao in the future?
Moreover, once someone died, it would give the authorities leverage, and their opening day would be completely ruined!
But all of this happened too suddenly.
Liu Xianhua had never expected Ling Feng to be such a madman. It was already impossible to stop him at this point!
However, in the next moment, Liu Xianhua's eyes widened!
The people below watching the barbell fall were all aghast, and some were scrambling to dodge.
But as the barbell landed on them, someone immediately cried out.
"Ow, this is really fake! They're really fooling people!"
"Damn it, it's just hollow iron sheets!"
"Saying this thing weighs two to three catties is an exaggeration, but it's definitely only about ten catties. Even a child could lift it!"
...
As these voices emerged, Liu Xianhua and the others were even more bewildered!
Then they saw a middle-aged man, as thin as a stick, holding the barbell in his hand and forcefully bending it.
"You really are liars!"
The skinny middle-aged man said with a fierce expression, his bony frame looking quite proud.
The stage fell into a deathly silence.
Zhang Xiaolong was also stunned.
This time, he was completely dumbfounded. He had tested it just now, and it was indeed 300 kilograms.
But how could it be bent by someone?
That skinny middle-aged man looked too frail, and he was definitely not a martial artist. Moreover, the barbell had fallen on many people.
If one person was a martial artist, were all these people also martial artists, all arranged by Ling Feng?
Impossible, absolutely impossible!
"You scoundrel, how did you do it?"
Liu Xianhua was the first to recover and approached Ling Feng, asking coldly.
Ling Feng, however, merely smiled without speaking.
Just for Liu Xianhua's single reprimand, this fellow was already doomed!
At this moment, Ling Feng had no interest in wasting words with the other party.
He immediately addressed everyone below, saying, "It's nothing to fake this thing, after all, it's to prevent injury. As for the strength of martial artists that Jidian Wudao speaks of, I can tell you all that it truly exists, and I am a martial artist!"
Ling Feng actually admitted it?
Including Liu Xianhua, everyone was once again bewildered. This was truly unbelievable.
Zhang Xiaolong stared intently at Ling Feng's back from behind, gritting his teeth and shaking his head: "Simply a madman!"
It was only natural for Ling Feng to be considered a madman.
After all, only madmen behaved so erratically.
The audience below was also in a daze, completely unable to understand what Ling Feng was doing here.
Without giving anyone a chance to react, Ling Feng turned to Liu Xianhua and said, "Although we are both martial artists, I think your Jidian Wudao's methods are too despicable. Using such fake items to fool people is truly laughable. I am ashamed to be associated with you!"
Liu Xianhua's eyes widened, and mocking laughter erupted from below once more.
At this moment, Liu Xianhua truly wished he could kill Ling Feng!
Ling Feng had completely ruined the opening day.
However, Liu Xianhua still couldn't understand how Ling Feng had done it.
The 300-kilogram barbell was clearly placed there, so how did it suddenly become a ten-odd-kilogram item?
This was naturally a strength that Liu Xianhua could not comprehend.
It was like ordinary people could not comprehend the strength of martial artists.
Ling Feng's current control of flames allowed him to easily vaporize the barbell instantly, and to infiltrate its interior and destroy its structure was also very easy. He had held it in his hand and swung it around for a while, which was just giving it time to cool down.
In such a short period, in broad daylight, in front of everyone, no one noticed any flaws. This proved that Ling Feng's control over his strength had reached a state of perfection!
"Saying this, it seems you're here to challenge us? Who do you represent?"
Liu Xianhua questioned word by word.
Ling Feng then smiled faintly at Liu Xianhua, looking as if he was being perceptive: "I represent what is called Quanmin Wudao, a martial arts school established by the Chinese authorities!"
Wow!
A wave of uproar immediately erupted from below.
Liu Xianhua couldn't help but gasp.
He never dreamed that the authorities would send someone to cause trouble directly!
Then this person's strength must be extremely terrifying.
Immediately, Liu Xianhua sneered, "Heh, the authorities? How come I've never heard of it! However, since you're here to challenge, let my disciple have a go with you!"
As he spoke, Liu Xianhua waved his hand behind him!
A middle-aged man walked out from the entrance, standing with his hands behind his back. He wore a sweat-soaked shirt and looked like a farmer from the 1940s or 50s. His skin was dark, and he didn't look like a martial artist at all!
However, Ling Feng's eyebrows twitched slightly.
Ling Feng recognized this person as a successor of bloodline power, and his strength was comparable to a land immortal.
However, the so-called land immortal, for the Ling Feng of half a year ago, might have still been able to muster some fighting spirit. Now...
This person was too weak!
"This is your disciple? Why do I feel like he could be your father!"
Ling Feng smiled faintly.
A burst of laughter also came from below!
"Haha, I think you're scared. You've invited an old master!"
"Truly shameless!"
"Haha, I still support the Chinese authorities!"
"Me too, patriotism, I'm proud!"
"Little brother, you must teach them a lesson. This Jidian Wudao is truly incompetent, just fooling people here!"
...
Liu Xianhua's face became even more grim: "Hmph, in martial arts, the strong always lead. I am his master, so what? Do I need your permission? Fists and feet have no eyes. Even if you don't die, if you are severely injured or disabled, don't blame us!"
Ling Feng raised an eyebrow: "Do I need to sign a contract?"
"Preferably!"
Liu Xianhua waved his hand, and someone immediately brought over a contract.
Ling Feng simply pressed his fingerprint on it.
It was like a book of life and death, but obviously, they couldn't kill anyone today, so the bottom line was not to let anyone die!
The middle-aged man on the other side also pressed his fingerprint.
Then he walked up to Ling Feng and cupped his hands slightly, "Seeing as you're young, I'll let you have three moves..."
*Slap!*
Before he could finish speaking, a crisp sound echoed throughout the venue!
Everyone was stunned.
Liu Xianhua's jaw almost hit the ground.
What was going on?
Ling Feng had actually... slapped the middle-aged man?!
This person was their most powerful existence here, a true land immortal, an immortal master. Even cultivators would show him respect.
But... he was actually slapped in the face by Ling Feng!
How was this possible?!
Liu Xianhua vaguely felt that things had... gotten serious!