Regal Guard of Dragon

Wu Zhizhou asked Chen Feng like a master.    

"I'll do it!"    

Before the crowd opened their mouths to speak, Sanjie confidently took a few steps forward and said.    

"Hmm?"    

Hearing Sanjie's reply, everyone looked at him with astonished gazes. Although Wu Zhizhou had just introduced the general rules, he did not mention the specifics and how to grasp them.    

As a result, Sanjie volunteered. He was at a disadvantage because he didn't know how to determine the specifics of the situation. It was as if he had investigated for everyone.    

Master Fang Zheng knew the pros and cons of this, and immediately held Sanjie's hand, admonishing him: "You promised me that you will do your best, don't forget it!"    

Sanjie smiled and said nonchalantly, "You can rest assured that I won't break my promise!" After saying that, he strode towards Wu Zhizhou. His expression was extremely relaxed, as if the selection this time around was nothing in his eyes.    

He had indeed not placed this selection in his eyes. It did not mean that he was confident that he could make it, but rather that he was not interested in this so called Martial Arts Competition. He just wanted to end this selection as soon as possible and follow Chen Feng to experience the outside world.    

This was the reason why he was the first to step forward.    

Early in the morning, the morning light shone onto Wu Zhizhou's body. He expressionlessly clasped his hands behind his back and waited for Sanjie to come forward. The crowd spread out and made room for the competition between Wu Zhizhou and Sanjie.    

"Sanjie, little monk, you don't have to hold back. Just attack me with your full strength. Don't worry about hurting me!"    

Seeing Sanjie walk over, Wu Zhizhou reminded him with a smile.    

"Master Wu, you are flattering me. I know my own strength. Even if I use all of my skills, I might not be able to hurt you. But since I promised the monk, I will definitely do my best!"    

Sanjie still had that cynical look on his face.    

Everyone was stunned as they didn't expect Sanjie to say that.    

Master Faang Zheng Fu was at a loss for words. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that choosing Sanjie as his successor was an unwise choice.    

Sanjie didn't care about the weird gazes coming from the surroundings. He respectfully said to Wu Zhizhou, "Master Wu, I'm ready!"    

"Alright!" Wu Zhizhou replied.    

Hearing Wu Zhizhou's answer, Sanjie's gaze instantly became sharp. He stomped with his left foot and his body shot out of the bow towards Wu Zhizhou with a swoosh.    

Sanjie appeared beside Wu Zhizhou in an instant. His right hand clenched into a fist, and with a sound of tearing through the air, he threw out a punch.    

This punch seemed simple, but in reality, it was Buddhism's King Kong Fist.    

King Kong Fist, also known as "King Kong Luohan Fist", is one of the more ancient and representative Buddhist traditional boxing styles. Its complete system, rich martial arts connotation, unique technical form and simple and practical self-defense value all make it stand in the forest of traditional martial arts and occupy an important position.    

Sanjie's fist power was very ferocious, but Wu Zhizhou still stood at the same spot with a straight face.    

When Sanjie's fist came closer, Wu Zhizhou's expression did not change. He stretched out his palm and directly caught the opponent's fist.    

Sanjie was not a match for Wu Zhizhou, so he used up all of his strength as soon as he attacked. However, he didn't expect Wu Zhizhou would be able to block it so easily.    

The fist that was swung out contained inner strength. This force wasn't something that an ordinary person could withstand. Also, from a side view, it also showed that Wu Zhizhou's reaction speed was extremely fast.    

Sanjie saw that his punch didn't work, so he threw out three punches without any hesitation. Pah, pah, pah, the strength of each punch was stronger than the first. It could be seen that Sanjie had used his full strength.    

However, he did not expect Wu Zhizhou to receive all three punches with one hand. Wu Zhizhou was standing on the spot without moving at all. This showed just how powerful he was.    

"Forget it, forget it. I'm not fighting anymore. I'm not even on the same level. How can I fight?"    

After four punches, Sanjie had used up all of his strength, but the opponent still did not move at all. This was quite a blow to Sanjie, so he decided to give up and give up.    

"Hmm?"    

Hearing Sanjie's words, not to mention everyone, even Wu Zhizhou didn't expect it to be like this.    

It was just that Master Fang Zheng was not that calm, seeing that Sanjie had admitted defeat, Master Fang Zheng could not help but shout: "Sanjie, have you forgotten your promise!"    

"Monk, stop shouting. Didn't you see that Master Wu and I are on completely different levels?" Sanjie walked towards Master Faang Zheng Fu without a care in the world.    

Master Fang Zheng was extremely aggrieved, but he did not know what to say.    

"Eh, Master Faang Zheng Fu, Sanjie has performed quite well. He has obviously practiced the King Kong Fist to a certain degree. I understand his strength. As for his unwillingness to continue, let him be!"    

Noticing that Master Faang Zheng Fu was a bit embarrassed, Wu Zhizhou quickly spoke up to let him off the hook.    

However, even Wu Zhizhou did not expect Sanjie to treat the Martial Arts Competition as child's play and gave up so easily. However, as Wu Zhizhou had said, he already had a good idea of Sanjie's strength.    

Not only him, even the surrounding spectators, Guan Nantian, Cang Bo, Ji Wudao, and Ye Nantian, all saw Sanjie's strength.    

As for Master Faang Zheng, no one present was more clear about Sanjie's strength than him.    

Master Faang Zheng sighed. Since Wu Zhizhou had already said so, then it was useless to force Sanjie. He might as well just leave it at that.    

Sanjie was the first to challenge, and he was also the first to fail. After Sanjie left the stage, Wu Zhizhou swept his gaze across Chen Feng, Chu Hee, and Ji Yun one by one and asked in a deep voice: "Who's next?"    

"Master Wu, let me do it!"    

Ji Yun excitedly took a few steps forward and then walked towards Wu Zhizhou.    

"Un, let's do it!" Wu Zhizhou still stood at the same place with his hands behind his back, showing Martial Arts Grandmaster's demeanor.    

Wu Tie nodded. The aura inside his body was rising rapidly. It seemed as if Wu Tie's aura was like a rainbow. When his inner strength reached its peak, he rushed toward Wu Zhizhou without any hesitation.    

Ji Yun was extremely fast and left afterimages where he was. This was the core of their family's martial arts. It could only be described with one word: "Fast!"    

Ji Yun was so fast that the crowd watched him intently. They thought he would make his move immediately, but when he was two meters away from Wu Zhizhou, he suddenly stopped and then moved faster than before. In that one moment of hesitation, Ji Yun turned his palm into a blade and slashed down.    

Although the one in front of him was an elder of Martial Alliance, Ji Yun did not hold back at all.    

When Ji Yun chopped down with his saber, Wu Zhizhou was still the same. His body slightly leaned to the side and dodged the attack. His hesitation was too fast. At first glance, Wu Zhizhou thought he was just standing there motionlessly.