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Chapter 109: 【092】Eight Extremes Small Frame, Heaven-reaching Palm_6

Chapter 109: 【092】Eight Extremes Small Frame, Heaven-reaching Palm_6

"Ha!" The man seemed to feel bored, and suddenly stretched out his hands to grasp the ropes on his legs, his arm muscles contracting tightly at this moment to form exaggerated muscle bulges.

As the man exerted his strength, the two yellow cows were instantly pulled back, one of them stumbled and directly fell to the ground.

Moo!

The other yellow cow let out a dull roar, lowered its head abruptly, and charged madly at the man.

Just as it was about to hit the man’s body, a crisp sound suddenly exploded in the air.

A gust of palm wind descended from the sky, and a hand large enough to grasp a basketball slapped vigorously on the forehead of the yellow cow.

If Wang Longhu saw this move, he would naturally recognize it as the deadly move "Tiger Ascending the Mountain" from Baji Fist.

If someone strong enough executed this move, it could crack the tough skull and instantly shock the enemy’s brain to death.

Moo!

The yellow cow let out a miserable cry on the spot, its two bull eyes rapidly filled with blood and turned red, collapsing heavily to the ground, its limbs twitching for a few seconds, then motionless.

"Great! Brother Leopard, your skill is getting deeper and deeper, not only can two cows not move you, but you also killed one with a single palm. I see those two old guys aren’t your match anymore."

As soon as the yellow cow fell, many onlookers immediately gathered around, excitedly congratulating the man.

Every face was filled with respect and awe, without showing any casual attitude because the man appeared to be only about 25 or 26 years old.

Everyone knows, Zhang Jinbao has practiced the inner power of Baji Fist, known for his great strength like a bull, despite looking young, he’s actually already a 30-year-old man.

"When my master was at his peak, he could pull three cows without moving an inch, which is 800 pounds short of pulling another cow. Furthermore, in the martial arts community, a thousand-pound force is the common consensus on the strength of a martial artist."

Zhang Jinbao shook his head, completely indifferent to the praises from those around him, calmly saying, "Let’s have a roasted whole cow tonight, invite the ordinary workers from the factory to join us."

"Brother Leopard is generous. Everyone’s going to have a good meal tonight. I’ll go to the supermarket later and buy two boxes of Red Star Erguotou; you have to have white wine with beef."

"Brother Leopard, why is the cow’s strength 200 pounds less than a horse’s? Cows are used for plowing fields, so logically their strength should be greater than horses."

Zhang Jinbao looked at the person in the crowd asking about the strength comparison between cows and horses and patiently explained, "Cattle were used for plowing fields in ancient times due to their remarkable endurance, not just strength, pulling longer and more consistently.

Horses, on the other hand, have better explosive power, exerting more strength in a short time, so ancient torture methods like splitting with five horses instead of five cows.

In martial arts, we compare explosive power, not long-term endurance, which is why a horse’s thousand-pound force is the recognized benchmark."

"Brother Leopard, how much power do you exert with one punch?" someone else curiously asked.

Zhang Jinbao looked at his unusually large hand, covered in thick calluses from years of practicing Baji Fist, with fingers much thicker than normal.

"Me? One and a half horses."

Clang!

At that moment, the warehouse door suddenly swung open, and two people rushed in anxiously, shouting, "It’s not good, Brother Leopard! Brother Gang has been beaten into the medical room, and things don’t look good."

Zhang Jinbao’s eyes instantly turned cold, with two one-centimeter thick veins subtly appearing on the surface of his neck, a sign of anger.

Also known as, enraged.

"What happened, who did Old Gang fight with, Huang Ao or Wu Hujie?" Zhang Jinbao asked.

In the Zheng family’s factory, Guo Shenggang is ranked fourth in strength, with the top three being the leaders of three small groups including Zhang Jinbao.

So, instinctively, Zhang Jinbao thought only himself and those other two guys could beat Guo Shenggang into the medical room.

"No, no, neither. It’s the factory’s young master’s friend, who just came in from outside the mountain today," the informant quickly explained.

"The factory’s young master?" Zhang Jinbao frowned immediately. If the factory’s young master is involved, even if Guo Shenggang is hurt, he must think twice and not rashly retaliate.

After all, they rely on the Zheng family for their livelihood. In these peaceful times, without the Zheng family as a stable buyer, Zhang Jinbao’s martial prowess would be pointless.

If he wanted to make big money, the most he could do would be to serve as a bodyguard for the wealthy, a job far less comfortable than his current lifestyle.

"How did Old Gang start fighting with that person? Tell me the details of their exchange, how long did they fight before Old Gang was defeated?" Zhang Jinbao rubbed his temples, speaking with some headache.

"Two, two moves." The visitor held up two fingers, responding crisply.

"What!" Zhang Jinbao’s eyes widened, full of disbelief.

He and Guo Shenggang come from the same hometown, and Zhang Jinbao knows very well about Guo Shenggang’s strength after years of practicing Baji Fist. Even he couldn’t necessarily defeat Guo Shenggang within two moves.

Who exactly is this guy the factory’s young master brought back, so unbelievably skilled?

"Was it a sneak attack?" Zhang Jinbao asked again.

"No, Brother Leopard. Brother Gang initiated, but that kid easily deflected it and then knocked Brother Gang down with a single overhead palm, knocking him out on the spot. It’s truly terrifying; even the marble floor tiles in the cafeteria cracked."

Zhang Jinbao’s eyes grew brighter, his body exuding an unstoppable fighting spirit.

A master! This person is definitely a master!

After years of training in martial arts, which martial artist doesn’t long for a rival to test the results of their hard work? Zhang Jinbao is no different.

But since arriving in Min Province from the north, he has yet to encounter a truly powerful martial artist, except for the other two group leaders in the factory.

Now, a third master has appeared in this place, and Zhang Jinbao is clearly thrilled.

"Tonight, invite that person and the factory’s young master over for a roasted whole cow. None of you is allowed to trouble him. I want to have a good talk with him and see what kind of conflict started this and where the reasoning lies."

Zhang Jinbao looked up at the warehouse’s tin ceiling, his tone returning to calm.

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