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Chapter 142 - 83 [Dark Force Techniques] (5.2K)_2

Chapter 142: Chapter 83 [Dark Force Techniques] (5.2K)_2

About twenty minutes later.

Outside a small courtyard in the suburbs.

As soon as the car stopped here.

Zhang Feng got out of the car and saw a middle-aged man in his forties coming out of the courtyard.

Judging by his walking style, he clearly had martial arts skills.

His skills were about twenty percent lower than that of a businessman.

The businessman, according to Zhang Feng’s self-assessment, was the strongest in the Second-level World.

Of course, not including guests at their peak.

Zhang Feng speculated that if a guest were at their peak, they would experience organ overclocking, rather than understanding it later, their constitution should be about 65.

The businessman was around 40.

This was despite the businessman’s remarkable comprehension, mastering overclocking within a month.

High comprehension also means ’learning quickly,’ which allows for rapid improvement of constitution.

Zhang Feng deeply understood this principle.

Just like himself, with abundant knowledge, he had learned life’s paths over decades and knew how to walk them quickly, which equated to maximum comprehension.

At the same time.

Zhang Feng, while letting his thoughts wander, was lost in random musings.

The middle-aged man approached, first glancing at the three people winking at him, then appraising Zhang Feng beside him.

At first glance, he seemed robust, looking as if he had strength.

Then, after a few more seconds of looking.

The middle-aged man couldn’t discern any particular style or skill in Zhang Feng.

’Are they making fun of me, or am I really unable to see it?’

The middle-aged man thought to himself, then cupped his fists towards Zhang Feng and said directly, "Boss Zhang, I’ve heard your power is at perfection; it’s the first time I’ve heard of someone so skilled. I’d like to spar with you, if possible?"

"Sure," Zhang Feng, seeing this man’s straightforwardness, responded cheerfully, "Master Zheng, please."

"Please." Master Zheng stepped forward a few paces, assuming a ready position.

Zhang Feng matched his stance, and after a few rounds of pushing hands, he smoothly extended his palm, using a subtle force to bounce away Master Zheng’s wrist, then pushed towards Master Zheng’s face.

To Master Zheng, this push felt like an all-encompassing net, enveloping his head with no room to counter.

With just this move, Master Zheng realized the three hadn’t lied and that they had truly met a Grandmaster in technique!

"I’ve lost." Master Zheng straightforwardly admitted defeat and stepped back, even though it was embarrassing, he didn’t use Dark Force.

Because Dark Force’s destructive power was too great for a spar.

’Master also lost...’ The three watched wide-eyed, not expecting their master, ranked twenty-seventh nationwide, to lose so easily?

"Thank you for your concession." Seeing Master Zheng’s propriety, Zhang Feng cupped his hands again and said, "Master Zheng, would you be willing to spar with me using Dark Force?"

"Dark Force?" Master Zheng suddenly frowned and asked, "Boss Zhang, have you seen Dark Force before?"

"No," Zhang Feng replied honestly, "which is why I’m disturbing Master Zheng tonight, hoping to spar using Dark Force.

Because I’m self-taught in martial arts, I’ve discovered some training methods, but I’ve never actually seen Dark Force."

’Self-taught?’ Master Zheng was truly taken aback hearing this.

A self-taught fighting Grandmaster? A Grandmaster at twenty?

He truly couldn’t believe it.

But seeing Boss Zhang’s serious demeanor, it didn’t seem false, and there was no reason to deceive him.

Master Zheng, after thinking it over, earnestly said to Zhang Feng, "Boss Zhang, it’s not that I don’t want to spar with you using Dark Force.

But currently, I can’t yet control Dark Force freely, so if I use it, I can’t hold back."

"If it’s convenient," Zhang Feng asked, "could you show me what Dark Force is? And I can offer some other martial arts techniques in exchange."

"No need." Master Zheng shook his head without hesitation and then glared at the three standing nearby.

After glaring at them.

Master Zheng smiled at Zhang Feng, returned the courtesy with cupped fists, and said:

"Speaking of convenience, I must thank Boss Zhang for holding back, otherwise, my three disciples might not make it home tonight.

So if Boss Zhang wants to see Dark Force, I’ll find something to demonstrate for you."

"Thank you." Zhang Feng first expressed his gratitude, then, seeing how forthright Master Zheng was and recalling the ’night market incident’ he mentioned, decided to clarify things to avoid any misunderstandings over minor matters.

Straightforward people speak straightforwardly.

"I’ve practiced for many years and occasionally heard that there are many masters in the world, but I didn’t know how to find them."

Zhang Feng straightforwardly said, "Today, I coincidentally met the three masters, so I thought why not meet tonight rather than wait for another day.

Speaking of disturbance, it was indeed my intrusion into your space."

"Boss Zhang, there’s no need to be polite!" Master Zheng, hearing this, especially from a Grandmaster of technique, felt immensely satisfied.

In return.

He didn’t mess around or look for an object for demonstration, but went over to a clean wall next to his house.

He lightly slapped the wall with his palm, and when he withdrew his hand, several pin-sized holes, about two centimeters deep, appeared silently.

If concrete walls were like this, imagine what it would do to a person.

Seeing this, Zhang Feng estimated that he indeed couldn’t block it, but he could let it hit his sturdy arm to experience what Dark Force was like.

The fastest way to learn is through firsthand experience.

’A warrior-like physique is still useful; at least the thick flesh makes it harder for Dark Force to damage vital bones?’ Zhang Feng pondered, looking at Master Zheng, ready to ask him for a demonstration, but found that his power seemed a bit dispersed.